The King of the past had died, and the King of the present was singing a triumphant hymn.
"Phew..."
Shirou put away his scythe and let out a long breath.
It had been a thoroughly nerve-racking night. Once Ruler returned, he would definitely complain to her.
Suddenly, there was an impact.
The red-haired youth lowered his head in confusion, only to find Fiore had thrown herself into his arms.
"Mr. Saber! I was so scared...!"
The girl hugged his waist tightly and whispered with a flushed face.
Shirou was speechless inside. What kind of medical miracle is this?
The First Love of the Root Princess, Volume Five, Chapter 231
By the time Jeanne finally realized that vampires had invaded her home and hurried back to the castle, an hour had already passed.
"Everyone! Is everyone all right?"
Inside the Meeting Room whose doors she had pushed open were the people who had just finished clearing the ghouls out of the castle.
Jeanne passed through the crowd, looking left and right, and finally saw the figure she had been searching for.
The Saintess smiled and jogged over. "I'm very sorry! Al..."
"Ruler, you're back. Thanks for your hard work tonight."
Jeanne's relieved and healing smile gradually froze.
Because she saw the girl who had become the new clan head of the Thousandth Tree Clan—
Fiore had her head resting on Shirou's thigh, her sleeping face peaceful and blissful.
"Um... why is Miss Fiore lying on your lap?"
Jeanne suppressed the irritation in her voice.
She had not seen the wheelchair Fiore usually used. But even if... even if there was no wheelchair, Fiore still shouldn't have fallen asleep leaning against a boy, right?
This was outrageous!
"Because Fiore was sleepy."
Shirou tilted his head as he answered.
On her way back,