"Use me as you please" was often used to express a knight's loyalty, but it was deeply ambiguous. Even Ch'en, an old chuunibyou who had played with swords since childhood, would never talk like that. The cringe made her tail swish wildly on the spot.
"Could you... phrase that differently?"
"That is how Kazimierz knights have spoken since ancient times."
Nearl seemed somewhat angry.
"The power of capital has corrupted the spirit of knighthood, tainting the language of knights with far too many erotic associations. Even blonde female knights themselves have become something obscene!"
"Unforgivable."
So that was what had happened.
Ch'en nodded. If she had gone through something like that, she probably would have flown into a rage too.
She deeply sympathized.
If Ch'en herself encountered such a situation, she would probably draw her sword and cut all that garbage apart. Nearl, on the other hand, merely patiently corrected everyone's misconceptions, making the nobility of the knightly spirit stand out all the more.
It made Ch'en feel ashamed of herself.
"Miss Nearl, this is a private commission, so in theory, the operation team consists of only the two of us."
She had nearly forgotten that point and hurriedly added it.
"Understood."
Nearl's fighting spirit did not waver in the slightest. She was originally skilled at small-team surprise raids involving around five people, and Rhodes Island's training programs focused on the same. She was still somewhat unaccustomed to suddenly coordinating with a larger group.
"Time is of the essence. Let's get started."
Who would have thought that Miss Nearl was as much of a workaholic as Ch'en herself?
Ch'en nodded, put on her dark blue coat, picked up the two blades resting in the cloakroom, and headed out with Nearl. She knew Lungmen best, so theoretically, Ch'en would be leading