Two Letters XI

Freya's eyes were still a little red. She had gone to visit Aunt Syl and her uncle's graves. The cemetery lay in an open clearing in the forest, simply filled with wooden gravestones. Most of the graves had no true owner; they were merely there to comfort the souls who had perished in the war. Meanwhile, in the square, the Patrol Cavalry crouched properly in place under the watch of the Bucci youths. No one made things difficult for them, and even the wounded received treatment.

Brando stood with Maden, talking with him. The old man had hurried over after hearing the news, but had not expected to run into Brando and Freya. This veteran of the November War and former Captain of the Guard of the Bucci people was clearly delighted by Brando and Freya's growth. In particular, their current identities and positions gave him hope for the Bucci people. In fact, this old soldier clearly understood the character of Eluin's nobles to some extent. Changing the Bucci people's current situation was hardly a difficult matter for Freya now. She did not even need to trouble Brando by having him use his identity as Count Tonigell. Even her own position as a Knight Captain of the Royal Knight Order was not something Count Nakin would risk offending for the sake of a patch of forest.

It might sound a little sad. For the Bucci people, this was a matter of life and death, but to Count Nakin, it was merely a matter of face. As a noble, he naturally disliked being bullied by a group of refugees. But if that group of refugees had a close aide of a princess protecting them, then things were naturally different. Freya did not even need to remind him personally. As long as