Backlund, Böklund Street.
A girl holding a parasol strolled leisurely along the street, weaving between the houses and inspecting every insect and rat, as though searching for something.
"There really is something wrong with this street. Quite a few people's fates bear traces of having been disturbed...
"But it seems I arrived too late. The source of the disturbance is already gone, and it won't be returning anytime soon... Heh, he isn't even in Backlund!
"That source is very far away from me, and there's interference... Feysac? I can't trace the exact location...
"Another coincidence!
"Who is targeting me? That paranoid lunatic?
"Still, He can't deprive me of every fate in which I meet that person. Sooner or later, I'll run into him!"
The girl pinched the monocle over her right eye, the corners of her lips rising higher and higher.
Two days later, after Abner brought Her Majesty the Queen back from a town near Conston, she had already gained a profound understanding of the people's suffering during the war and learned to "empathize" with ordinary people...
Naturally, this was inseparable from Abner's constant psychological interventions, which subtly altered her way of thinking. Otherwise, she would only have felt humiliation and resentment, never reflecting upon herself at all.
After carefully examining Sophia II's Mind Island, Abner felt that Her Majesty the Queen had barely reached the standard of "tolerance."
After all, despite what he had done to her, she had not harbored much desire for revenge. Calling her "tolerant" was not much of a stretch.
In any case, the Book of Virtues' investiture ritual was not especially strict in its requirements for "knights." There were plenty of loopholes to exploit; as long as the general idea was there, it would do.
Only after Sophia II had washed up