Morgan's True Gift

When Aleister was brought to the Silver and Tin Palace, it was already dusk. The sun and moon had appeared in the sky at the same time.

Aleister and Leviathan were escorted to the Reception Room by the Arbiter whose name she did not know.

"...Please wait here for a while. The Queen Guard should inform you about what happens next."

The Arbiter bowed politely. His words clearly carried a sense of relief—this troublesome matter was finally over. Whoever wanted to come next could come; he certainly would not be coming again.

It was obvious that he was terrified Her Majesty the Queen and Miss Aleister would quarrel face-to-face.

One was the Queen of Avalon, while the other was the lover of Pope Your Majesty. They even seemed to be romantic rivals... Judging from their brief exchange, it seemed that their own Queen had made some difficult request of Miss Aleister, and she had now completed it openly and honorably.

No matter what he did, he would end up taking the blame... One could even say that the moment he decided to patrol the harbor district today, that blame had already crept silently onto his back. The fact that Her Majesty the Queen and Miss Aleister had not directly met was already the best possible outcome...

Hopefully this won't become a big scene. If it does, it'll be embarrassing for everyone, the Arbiter thought.

Aleister had not infiltrated the country. She had entered Avalon openly through customs... This meant that there was no shortage of people who knew she had returned. Plenty of reporters had even come to take photographs along the way...

Given those reporters' efficiency, he could already guess the contents of tomorrow morning's front-page headline—and the photos would certainly show him walking through the streets with Aleister,