"From here, the Imperial Capital really is beautiful!"
On the fifth floor of the inn, Durandal leaned against the window and looked outside. From here, the bustling streets and the river not far away made for quite a pleasant view.
Though it was not modern society, nightlife did exist in this prosperous Imperial Capital. Even at night... the streets below were brightly lit, and quite a few people were still out shopping.
She could hear children running about and street vendors calling out their wares.
"Indeed. No matter what... the Empire that nominally unified the western continent naturally has an incomparably prosperous core region."
What was more, this Empire was constantly plundering, making it wealthier and wealthier, though that immense wealth was held in the hands of only a few people—those nobles, royals, and merchants...
"Hm? Rita, what are you doing?"
Hearing Rita's voice, Durandal turned around and saw that Rita had already decorated the room beautifully. At the same time, she was carrying in several plates of delicious food.
"Lady Bianka has spent so long living in the wilderness and villages with me. Now that we have finally arrived somewhere suitable, I naturally want Lady Bianka to eat something better."
"I went to the inn's kitchen and prepared this small gesture of affection for Lady Bianka."
Standing beside the table, Rita lit the heart-shaped magic candles on it. Then she stood to one side with her hands folded before her lower abdomen, her wine-red eyes fixed on Durandal with a unique, alluring charm.
Although she could eat anything without complaint, when circumstances allowed... Rita naturally chose to take good care of this other self of hers.
Since that princess had said that any request here could be met, she had made use of the inn's ingredients to prepare dinner