Tiamat

The Candle Knight, who had crossed through time and space, stood in this desert-flavored courtyard wearing that enormous fallow deer antler hood.

Dappled light and shadow fell through the lush olive leaves. It was quite a good place to practice light-and-shadow secret arts.

When she had arrived, Prague had been in the height of summer, with temperatures similar to the wintertime Semannud was experiencing now. Still, the sights of this foreign land felt very fresh to her.

When Lothar emerged from the corridor, Viviana instinctively asked, "Is this another one of your identities?"

"This is my original body."

Lothar asked in confusion, "Didn't we talk about this during the defense of Constantinople?"

She studied Lothar's face carefully and sighed softly. "I just didn't expect Captain Lord to be so young."

Lothar smiled. "I'm not really that young anymore. After all, I've lived through other identities."

Having lived Two Lives, he ought to have been in his forties if their ages were added together. If the two lives from the simulated battles were counted too, he would be even older. But for the Longevity Race, age was truly insignificant.

Just as he had told the Elector Prince, there would be no unbreakable nation in this world, nor any crown that would never fall—but Yesterday's Great Ship would endure forever.

The two entered the conference room, and the room, which had only just quieted down, grew noisy once more.

"God, it's the Candle Knight!"

Hans cried out despite himself.

Viviana was the most famous star knight in the German region. Though Prussia, where Hans came from, had not been incorporated into imperial rule, it still belonged to the Germanic world. Naturally, he had long been familiar with this star knight so strongly promoted by the Emperor.

"What, is she that impressive?"

Vinetto