The Identity of Ophelia Norton

Amber had been a Disgrace of Elves for more than a day or two, and Gawain had long since grown accustomed to her style of pushing her luck and going off track whenever she had the chance. Besides, he knew that much of the time, Amber only did it to lighten the mood.

This Half-elf disliked atmospheres that were overly serious and stifling, and after his conversation with Veronica/Ophelia, he truly had been far too serious and depressed.

The next day, the ancient Saint Suniel City welcomed a new morning beneath brilliant sunlight.

The wounds this colossal beast had sustained in the war still needed time to heal, but every survivor would gradually regain hope as stability continued within the city. The blockade across the plains had closed, pushing the war far from the city, while within the city, the two guardian dukes had already begun restoring its functions further. They had also begun summoning nobles, scholars, merchant representatives, and others to prepare for the declaration of the empire's founding.

After receiving a group of royal scholars, Gawain returned to the study in Silver Castle.

After waiting for a moment, the sound of steady, powerful footsteps came from the doorway. Light, the tall and powerfully built High Pontiff, appeared at the entrance to the study. "My lord, you summoned me?"

—Although the plan to establish the Cecil Empire had been finalized, Gawain had yet to publicly crown himself. Thus, aside from a small number of people, most of those who had followed him for a long time still addressed him as they always had.

Gawain glanced at Light, as well as Light's substitute—Emily, who was peeking out from behind him and politely greeting Amber and Gawain.

"Sit. I have some matters regarding the Holy Light Church to discuss with you."