The carriage bearing the longsword crest of the Sika lord set out from the Lower Seventh Ring at dusk.
The fiery sunset cast a glow over the longsword crest.
After the bloodstained longsword crest representing the "War God" had been removed, the lone longsword seemed to have been sheathed. Restrained, yet not cowardly; unyielding before hardship; relying on itself.
Eileen Sika leaned against the carriage wall, recalling the family stories her father had once told her.
She had forgotten many of those stories.
What she remembered was her father's constant emphasis on "self-improvement" and "modesty and courtesy."
However, after her brother, that devout believer of the "War God," became the head of the Sika Family, everything seemed to have changed slightly.
And now, everything had returned to the right track.
The Sika Family had once again become the lords of the Sika Territory.
Though she was not a qualified lord, she would strive to do her very best.
Remembering how the two little girls had stayed around her all day, the baroness felt that she ought to do better—at the very least, well enough that they would not be disappointed when they went to the Sika Territory.
The older sister was like a tiny adult, while the younger one was innocent and adorable.
At the thought that the sisters might be disappointed, the baroness felt she could not allow such a thing to happen.
Those two adorable little girls were practically just like Karl when he was young. Unfortunately, once Karl reached seven or eight, he stopped letting her dress him in little skirts. They had been such adorable little skirts—why could he not wear them once in a while?
Now that there were Eileen and Aili, they would surely like those little skirts.
I really want to return to