How strong was Leticia, really?
She had never given it much thought. As long as she could get by, that was enough.
Now she was holding Yuffie and thinking about something.
Where should she go?
Louis had rebelled. If he succeeded, wouldn't that make him the emperor?
In this era, much knowledge was monopolized.
Though Leticia was a genius, she wasn't good at everything.
The politics in heroic fantasy stories were naive.
The first thing that came to mind was to hide.
But then she remembered that there seemed to be other forces outside.
The South supported Yuffie.
But would they really believe this white-haired little girl?
Forget them—even Leticia herself didn't believe it.
If Yuffie weren't still wearing that formal dress,
even Leticia wouldn't believe it!
She could go to Lynn, though. He would believe her.
But first, she needed to fight her way out.
Leticia decided to retrieve all her belongings before anything else.
Yuffie had her own things in the secret mansion she'd bought.
But Leticia still had to fight her way out!
Leticia fled toward the place where the fighting sounded faintest.
But someone appeared in front of her—or rather, a whole group of Blood Ghosts!
And that person was Ghost Blade James!
"Tch. Why did I have to run into him?"
James stood in place with his Twin Blades, speaking like a cold blade. "You can't pass here, miss."
Leticia had her reasons for disliking women's clothes.
She didn't want men looking at her with lustful eyes,
and the cost was another factor.
Skirts were inconvenient for fighting and easy to ruin.
Men's clothes made for fighting were cheaper and more practical.
But they'd recently changed her back, so now she was wearing a formal dress that was inconvenient for fighting.
The skirt fell all