Seven Days: Holy Queen Calca's Bewilderment

Middle Earth Month.

November 23. A week had passed since the Kingdom's destruction, and news from the battlefield spread in every direction through the Kingdom's remnants and the intelligence agencies of various nations.

Holy Kingdom Royal Capital, "Hoburns."

Within the Royal City, steeped in religious atmosphere and blended with Nordic architectural styles, a corridor led deep into the palace.

Bang! Bang!

A beautiful brown-haired figure in Paladin Armor sprinted down the corridor, sweat beading on her smooth forehead.

It was already late November, and the weather had long since turned cold. However, the Holy Kingdom was close to the sea, making it relatively warmer. Even so, exhaled breath still condensed into white mist in the air.

Steam rose from the figure in white armor, making her look as though she had just finished training. She moved so quickly that ordinary people could see only a white afterimage.

This area belonged to the palace grounds.

Running in a place like this was not merely a grave breach of etiquette. Yet when the soldiers stationed along both sides of the corridor saw her—

Not only did they not stop her, they actively stepped aside.

Because she was one of the Nine Colors, bearer of the title "White," commander of the Cleric Corps, and the Holy Queen's right hand—Remedios.

Whoosh!

Where White passed, only a cold gust remained behind.

As she gradually approached the meeting room, Remedios slowly reduced her speed. She took a deep breath, her face filled with gravity.

Before she even reached the meeting room door—

With a click, the meeting room doors were pushed open.

Several ministers and internal affairs officials emerged from the room, their faces bearing exhaustion and lingering fear.

When they saw Remedios approaching them, they all froze for a moment. The meeting had already ended,