Otto Viera.
She was a very special child to Otto.
Because she was the child Kallen and Otto had brought to the continent together and named Vera.
The significance of that was easy to imagine.
After all, it had been Kallen and Otto together.
Toward Vera, Otto had practically played the role of an indulgent elder sister.
She personally taught Vera how to read and write, then had Valkyries teach her combat skills.
Although Vera's mediocre talent meant she could never become a Valkyrie in her entire life.
Otto had displayed an extraordinary amount of patience.
Then, in 1543, Vera passed away peacefully in her sleep. Her death was as ordinary and unremarkable as her life.
That day, Otto's last remaining connection to an ordinary life was buried alongside her.
Watching Vera rush toward Otto, Rita grew even more curious.
Mostly because the bishop had actually not dodged.
"Rita, do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry."
"Yes."
"What?"
"Eat my fist!"
Rita turned around and lightly threw a punch.
Caught off guard, Lin Nai took the punch. Its damage was zero.
Lin Nai paused for a few seconds, took several steps back, and clutched his chest. "Urgh... argh! I'm dead!"
"Lord Lin Nai, please be a little more serious," Rita said with a smile.
"You were the one who stopped being serious first."
Lin Nai stopped pretending and stretched. How could such a light punch possibly hurt?
"I was just feeling a little nostalgic."
Back in that World Bubble, Lord Durandal would occasionally fool around with Lin Nai like this.
It was a little like playing house, wasn't it?
And her?
She had merely stood to the side, smiling as she watched the two of them roughhouse.
In the end, Durandal had dragged her over to join in beating