Kara shrugged and shook her head.
"Unfortunately, that's impossible. Both the White Night King and Laplace are female Demon Lords. They can't become the consorts of the two princesses."
"That really is quite a shame."
Leticia picked up her teacup and took a light sip. She then glanced at the sun, which had shifted somewhat in the sky, hesitated for a moment, and said,
"I should be going."
"Huh? Elder Sister, you're leaving so soon?"
The Second Imperial Princess, who had greatly enjoyed chatting with her sister, was somewhat startled.
"A Demon Lord has appeared in the Western District and killed every native god of the Celtic God Group. We need to learn more about it."
For some reason, Leticia felt uneasy. She wanted to deal with the refugees in advance and prepare for the disaster that might be coming.
"If that's the case, then go ahead, Elder Sister."
Though she was reluctant to part, Lamia cheerfully bid her sister farewell.
"—Goodbye, Elder Sister. I'll be looking forward to the tea you brew yourself at our next tea party."
"Understood. I'll practice a little and brew a good cup of tea."
Leticia draped on her coat and left the courtyard.
A smile appeared on her lips as she began planning how to surprise her younger sister at their next tea party.
The land inhabited by the Celtic God Group regarded black tea as the water of life. The fleeing gods surely had some excellent tea leaves on them.
Leticia smiled happily, having decided to ask for some tea leaves when she took in the Celtic God Group's refugees.
After all, it was a promise between her and her precious younger sister.
Leticia dreamed of the time she had once spent with her younger sister and personal maid. When she