Charlotte asked.
"Um... Your Great Majesty, do you... do you plan to accept those mortals' invitation and become their king?"
The Sword of Roman asked cautiously.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow and smiled,
"Why would I have any reason to refuse?"
Hearing Charlotte's words, the Sword of Roman became ecstatic:
"Heh heh! That's great! That's really great!"
"Oh? You seem to be very eager for me to become the Queen of Falling Star?"
Charlotte narrowed her eyes.
"Of course not! I've made a bet with those knights! I wagered quite a number of gold tanas..."
The Sword of Roman spoke halfway and, realizing his slip of the tongue, quickly stopped.
Charlotte: ...
"Um... Your Majesty, you're busy, I... I'll take my leave now!"
Glancing guiltily at Charlotte, the Sword of Roman zipped away in a flash.
"These fellows... seems like I've been too idle while I slept."
Charlotte shook her head, closed the window once more, and then sank back into her consciousness.
