Time is a never-ending river, and even if someone who awakens the talent of [Time Still] can temporarily stop the flow of water in a certain area of this long river, nothing can stop it from continuing to move towards the sea called the future all the time, even if it is a god. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An hour and a half later, in the city of Perades, the royal family of Fairlandz has lived for generations since the founding of the previous monarch Atrik, the Kepesh palace is shaped like a giant silent in the night, many windows on the outside of the walls of this palace have been extinguished, and some of the royal courtiers who have the right to stay in the palace have returned to their respective bedrooms to sleep.

And, in the only office on the second floor of the palace with the lights on, Princess Tifia, who was in a wheelchair, rustled with a quill pen in her hand, and the tip of the pen dipped in ink went back and forth on the desk on her chest to review documents from all over the kingdom, and the lady-in-waiting, named Ranna, was waiting for her as a matter of course, as always, half a step away.

Hardly any of the vassals of the kingdom did not know an open secret, that is, the princess regent, who was next to His Majesty the King, went to bed at twelve o'clock in the morning, got up on time before dawn the next day, and then ate early and began a new busy day. Several core members of the Regency faction, such as Duke Tobbs and Valberia, had worried about her health more than once, and many nobles of the royal faction had to admit that they were far less industrious than her, but secretly glad that the competitive princess deserved to be sick and weak, and hoped that she would one day die of overwork.

Of course, no matter how much the nobles of the royal faction cursed her in their hearts, Princess Tifia was at least alive and well tonight.

Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was in a wheelchair, was still wearing her favorite white gauze dress tonight, and the quill that seemed to dance on paper suddenly stopped between her fingers, and then she put down the pen in her hand for the time being, and instead picked up the black teacup next to a stack of papers and brought it to her lips and drank it slowly.

Black tea is a must-have thing for her to stay up late every night, and since she became the regent of the kingdom, she has developed this habit over the years, and she uses this way to relieve her difficulties when she feels a little tired.

"Ranna, what time is it?" In the middle of the night, Princess Tifia put the cup of black tea back on the desk in front of her, turned her cheek sideways and asked the lady attendant next to her.

"It's a quarter of an hour past the morning, Your Highness." The mountain maid named Rana dutifully cheered up, her bright eyes turning her head to look through the glass on the window to look at the bell tower outside. She wore a lighter breastplate, and her right hand, which had several thick calluses, pressed the hilt of the sword at her waist, and if anyone dared to slap in through the window to assassinate the princess, she immediately pulled the sword out of its sheath and stabbed the assassin in the throat.

Suddenly there was the sound of firewood turning into ashes from the fireplace in the corner of the room.

"Ranna, are you sleepy?" Princess Tifia glanced sideways at the fragments of sparks in the fireplace, and felt as if the temperature of the air was beginning to turn from warm to cold as the fire went out.

She calmly asked the girl next to her if she was sleepy, and her gentle voice was like a warm greeting between sisters.

The lady-in-waiter beside the princess was as straight as a sword: "Your Highness is not sleepy, and your subordinates are not sleepy." ”

"Then finish this list of winter supplies from the Thorn Fortress before you go to sleep." Tifia looked up into Ranna's resolute eyes, the iron mask she usually used to deal with the Dukes inadvertently relaxed from her face, and a slightly tired smile appeared at the corner of her slightly lighter blood-colored mouth, "As usual, when the time comes, please help me go to the treasury to get a tube of potion." ”

"As you wish, Your Highness."

Rana knocked on her forehead without thinking, and without much thought, she obeyed Princess Tiphia's orders, but her true thoughts in her heart were actually the same as those of several core members of the Regency faction, rather than watching Her Royal Highness, who was not yet twenty years old, grow thinner and thinner, but wishing that she would go to bed earlier every night and wake up later the next morning, lest one day she die of strain as some members of the royal party had hoped.

You must know that Tifia's legs are congenital disabilities, and her health has not been satisfactory since she was born, and what really supports her to where she is today is not an ethereal belief, nor a desire for power, but the heart in her chest that is several times more stubborn than ordinary people.

Eighteen years ago, the goddess of life in God's abode gave the little princess of the royal family of Fairlandz a shell that could not be saved, and at the same time infused this short-lived body with a soul that would never admit defeat.

Most of the nobles of the Violet Kingdom saw the surface of this shell, but who knows how many people actually found that bundle of souls through this surface?

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

"Who?"

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between Tifia and Ranna.

The princess, who was in a wheelchair, was displeased, and then questioned the visitor outside the door of the room in a scolding tone, trying to make the other party understand that a nobleman who knew a little about court etiquette should not knock on the door so rudely, unless he or she played the role of a battering ram on the stage of a play.

However, this is the office of the princess regent, not a theatrical stage for entertainers.

Ranna, who was beside Tifia, quickly became alert.

The lady-in-waiting's brow furrowed slightly, leaned down and whispered "Be careful" in the ear of Her Royal Highness the Princess, then took two steps forward to the front door of the office room around the desk next to her, and took another half step with her left foot to her side, blocking the desk behind her in front of Tilfia, and her calloused right hand skillfully pulled the saber at her waist out of the delicate leather-wrapped sheath, the blade of which did not make a trace of friction in the process of unsheathing.

Rana was well-trained to restrain her pre-battle killing intent, and Princess Tifia quickly sensed that something was wrong in her lady-in-waiting, and immediately stared at the office door with bated breath, and a hand half-hidden under the hem of her long skirt crept into a drawer under the desk, and felt through the drawer the small magic device that she remembered for self-defense at a critical moment.

The princess grabbed the little thing in the drawer into the palm of her hand, and her face showed unflapping composure, and her ears could even catch the heartbeat in her chest in her preoccupied state.

Time is a river that never stops.

The bell tower in Perades' square is still in operation, and the three hands on the clock dial are constantly rotating under the influence of the clockwork mechanism, the fastest second hand drives the minute hand forward, and the relatively active minute hand drives the laziest hour hand closer to the digital notch of one a.m.

In an instant, the regent's office in the Kepesh Palace, the main door of the room was smashed open with a loud "bang", and a spinning axe followed closely behind by the uninvited guests outside the door as a hidden weapon to Princess Tifia, who was sitting behind the desk, and was intercepted by Rana waving the sword in her hand with a "bang" volley. (To be continued.) )