Coincidences surrounded Sophia Einhorn?
"Why was she the target?"
Luther frowned. "Was it because she advocated peace with Loen?"
"To be honest, we still don't know."
Daly shook her head. "The princess hasn't issued any political statements yet. Honestly, just evading one assassination attempt after another has been exhausting enough for her."
Sophia's situation is worse than I imagined...
Recalling the red-haired girl, Luther thought that perhaps he could get in touch with her again. While helping her, he could also make contact with those members of the Royal Family...
"Anyway, let's leave it at that for today."
He considered it for a moment, then said, "Get some rest, everyone. We'll continue tomorrow."
Tomorrow was Monday. He would have to take extra care to set aside time for the Tarot Club gathering without letting either of them find out...
Neither of them objected, naturally. Although Leonard was a Sleepless, Daly did need some rest. They politely said goodbye to Luther and left his room.
... "Brother."
Luther heard someone calling him.
It was a voice he had missed, like a warm spring breeze.
Luther slept with his eyes closed, feeling safer than he ever had before. There were no torn wounds on his body, no curses from an evil god echoing in his mind. Like an ordinary person, he savored the peace of that moment.
"Brother, get up."
The voice called him again.
Luther's consciousness gradually cleared, as though he were slowly rising from deep underwater. He couldn't yet make out what lay on the surface, but vague outlines had begun to emerge.
Then he suddenly realized.
That voice belonged to-
"Cecilia!"
Luther's eyes flew open, and he sat up with a shout.
"Yes, it's me." Cecilia nodded beside his bed. "You still recognize your own little sister. How impressive.