Mel, who felt her presence, stepped back and knelt down in a hurry.
Artizea had met Mel when she had just come here. It was when she was greeted by everyone on the trail.
At that time, Mel looked majestic as a knight captain with one hundred knights under her control.
After the Knighthood, she was supposed to serve in the fortress of Thold Gate. And, after gaining experience as a commander in another region, she would have succeeded Aaron in the future as Countess Jordyn, a vassal in the Grand Duchy.
The black clad captain was no different from the other knights who attended the funeral today.
The status of all of Count Jordyn household was forfeited. However, a trained knight is a skill that cannot be abandoned.
Just because the punishment is applied, it is not possible to bring about an immediate power decline.
For that reason, Mel had her epaulets covered with white cloth.
She served as a knight, but lost her post and was demoted to a commoner.
Even now, instead of kneeling on only one knee and saluting, Mel knelt down on both of her knees and bowed.
It is in accordance with the tradition of the common people greeting the Grand Duchess.
âRise up.â
Artizea said in a split voice.
Mel stood up with her head down. It was a quiet and calm attitude.
âIf I met someone, I thought I would see Margaret or AaronâŚ.â
âMy father went out on patrol. My mother is sick.â
âAt the age of Sir Aaron, patrolling would be difficult.â
âHe volunteered. He wanted to pay at least a little bit for teaching his child wrongâŚ..â
âIs that so?â
Having said that, Artizea looked at the coffin silently for a moment.
âAubrey wouldnât be pleased about my visit, but I came because I thought it was right to send her.â
Mel lowered her head.
âThank you. It wasnât an honorable deathâŚ.. She was Your Graceâs lady-in-waiting for a while, so if Your Grace would forgive her, that would wipe out Aubreyâs disgrace a little.â
Mel stepped aside.
Artizea approached Aubreyâs coffin and placed a white silk flower next to the mistletoe fruit.
And she silenced for a moment. It wasnât pure condolences that caught her heart. Rather, it was a complex tangled dark emotion.
âIâm sorry.â
Eventually Artizea said.
She didnât intend to make it this far, and she wonât make such an excuse.
She has done countless things even worse than this, and she has never looked back on those deaths.
She couldnât make excuses just because she was feeling sentimental.
Thereâs no reason for Aubreyâs life to be heavier than someone elseâs.
Mel said.
âAubrey is a disgrace to Count Jordyn.â
âDame Mel.â
âMy parents and I⌠raised her wrong.â
Mel put her gaze down.
âIt may sound only as an excuse, but Aubrey is a child born prematurely on the day we heard that the Grand Duke was purged.â
ââŚ..â
âAt the time, Evron was having a hard time and both of my parents had suffered a lot⌠and felt a lot of guilt.â
ââŚ..â
âOn the day she was born, I knew they were worried about just covering her head with a blanket. At that time, everything was opaque. I heard they thought it would be a burden to have a newborn child in the Jordyn family if there was a war with the imperial family. So it would be nice to just die when she doesnât know anything.â
âDame Mel.â
âYou did a good thing by saying sorry. You donât behave like the wives of the capital do, they wear pretty clothes, do what they want to doâŚâŚ As if to make amends for what happened then.â
Mel said she didnât make amends, but was trying to make amends.
âOne day, I realized Aubrey wasnât just immature, she was thinking of herself as the Grand Dukeâs Lady. I realized that it shouldnât be, but it was too late.â
âRegardless of how their parents raise them, people live by their very nature.â
Artizea replied in a low voice. Mel replied.
âYes. Some people donât change no matter how they were taught. Still, I regret it.â
âDame MelâŚ.â
âShe might have been a different child.â
Mel shed tears.
âHis Grace the Grand Duke had his first battle on his sixteenth, and so did my father. So, if Aubrey was armed and posted on the fortress walls of Thold Gate, she might have understood why Evron was loyalâŚ. Iâm sorry.â
She apologized to Artizea by bending her back. Her tears fell on the stone floor of the temple.
Artizea sighed a long sigh.
âDame was a good older sister. You donât have to doubt that.â
If she regretted it, she wouldnât put Aubrey up as the lady-in-waiting, but Aubreyâs blood was buried in Melâs hand.
Aubreyâs words of envy pushed down her throat.
Aubrey had everything she wanted.
Artizea knew that if she had been in Aubreyâs position, there would be nothing else she wanted to have or wanted to do in the world.
She had loving parents and good older sisters, so just enjoying that happiness would have been enough for her life.
Artizea sighed again.
Aubreyâs life is far more expensive than Artizeaâs if she considers the sadness of the remaining people to be worth her life.
However, in reality, several people died to save Artizea, and Aubrey is buried in a wooden coffin that cannot even soothe her parentsâ sorrow.
When she thought about it, everything was in vain. The world was unfair and evil.
Leaving Mel in her place and coming out, there was someone waiting for her.
âDid you finish saying goodbye to the lady-in-waiting?â
âPriestâŚ..?â
Although she had seen his face, she had never spoken with him in person.
Artizea bowed her head and greeted the priest. The priest said in a low voice.
âI have something to tell you for a moment. Please come over here.â
The priest beckoned her to follow him.
âSoon the other priests will be returning from the funeral. I want to say something before that, Your Grace.â
Artizea was somewhat surprised.
There was no reason for the priest to find her in such a hurry. Even more so, if heâs a regular priest.
Of course, the ranks of priests were different from those of ordinary people. Even noblemen usually treated priests with sufficient courtesy.
Even people who have no faith at all, their speech spontaneously increased in front of the priest.
The same was true of Artizea.
So, there is no law that says to not speak to her just because he is a regular priest.
But Artizea was the Grand Duchess. Whenever they came to pray in a formal way, the bishop greeted them or at least a high-ranking priest greeted them.
So, as they had no close acquaintance, she wasnât in the position to come and follow him.
Whatâs more, he has something to tell her when there are no other priests.
The priestâs body smelled like dirt and dust, as if he had come back in a hurry. His shoes also had mud on it.
From the main entrance of the stronghold to the burial site, all roadwalks are paved with stone.
The presence of mud means that he sneaked out through the back door. Or running down the side road.
What was he trying to talk about?
Artizea nodded lightly. And she followed the priest.
Alphonse followed Artizea without a word.
The place the priest guided her to was his residence.
âPlease wait here.â
Artizea said to Alphonse at the door.
âYour Grace can regard me as a dead man.â
He had already assumed that his life was nothing. As Cedric said, he was only here because there is more use of him, and in reality there is no more competent escort.
He remained determined to be with Artizea as a sword until the next moment he had to give his life.
But Artizea shook her head.
âStay here. The priest is scared.â
That was true.
Even to Alphonseâs eyes, the priest was trembling.
âI will be at the door.â
Artizea nodded her head.
Then she went into the priestâs room.
The room was very small. There was only one bed that could barely be laid down, one furnace, and a small desk with a candlestick.
The priest recommended that Artizea sit down by turning the desk chair.
And he himself sat down on the bed. The room was so small that it was only possible to maintain a polite sense of distance.
Looking at each other like this, she could see the priest sweating cold under the dim light.
âYour Grace, Iâm sorry to be asking for such rudeness. I have found some important facts, but there is no one else to discuss with but you. As I see it, youâre the only one that is not from EvronâŚ.â
The priest wiped his forehead with his sleeves.
âAs Your Grace may have already feltâŚ. In the North, the ties between the local people and the priests are so strong that they are worried about burying such a serious matter. So I had no choice, but to be a priest first.â
âTell me whatâs going on first.â
âYesterday I was confessed by a farmer.â
The priest clenched his nervous hand.
Disclosure of confession to others is prohibited in any case, but this was too serious.
âIt is said that the reason the war broke out this time was because they tried to cultivate the devil crop.â
Once the priest had spoken, he poured out his words as if he had been relieved.
âIt looks like itâs called the Karam crop among farmers.â
âIs that such a big problem?â
Artizea asked, as if she did not understand anything.
âI knew that sometimes poor farmers sow seeds on the field and then pick fruit or dig up the roots when they are famished. This kind of behavior can be forgiven once or twice.â
The priest said, shaking his hand.
âThe same goes for trading with Karam. Itâs what fools do to survive in a place out of the reach of God.â
âPriest.â
âBut this is a different problem. It is said that a village on the north side of the Thold Gate was systematically researching the devil crop. It seems that some of the vassals of the Grand Duchy were involved.â
Artizea looked at him, dimming her blue eyes.
It seemed that there would be less than a day where she could be emotional.\n