A Good Girl

Nolan's family was in a tavern tucked away in a dark corner.

Today's semi-finals had ended. In the second match, Iron Forger had crushed White Horned Deer and advanced to the finals.

In other words, the Foya Knight Order's opponent tomorrow would be Iron Forger!

At a time like this, as a member of the Foya Knight Order, Monet should have been training with his teammates.

But his sister had instead come to this... rather cheap and run-down-looking tavern.

Clairely claimed she was here to meet the bishop from the Hall of Inquisition, but Monet knew... she had come here to drink.

"Don't you have any Qie Mu!?"

"Yes! I'll roll some for you right away."

"Bring two more mugs of ale!"

Clairely controlled the Chaos Demon's powerful body and ordered the tavern attendants to bring over the drinks.

Monet curled up in the corner of their consciousness without saying anything, because this was how he remembered his sister.

Though his sister had been a member of the Holy Army in life, she was completely different from those rigid Holy Army soldiers who were filled with a sense of honor.

Whenever she encountered something troubling or came under great pressure, she would drink and smoke a kind of tobacco called Qie Mu.

This tobacco was popular all over the world, but most people believed only men smoked it. Yet his sister had learned to smoke the stuff when she was fifteen, and their father had beaten her badly over it.

After that beating, Clairely had restrained herself considerably, at least until news reached her that their parents had died on the front lines.

Monet remembered that night vividly. His sister had sat by the window in the darkness, her head resting against the sill, her expression blank and vacant. One