Greg learned from Ellie that he had been unconscious for about twelve hours, but that was not much of a problem. He still had a fair amount of time left.
Besides, they were now in the preparation stage for the Final Defense, and students were not required to stay in the Magic Tower dormitories. As long as he did not leave the Imperial Capital, he was fine-and he had not left, since this Dungeon lay directly beneath it.
"Urgh... I'm full."
After finishing the last of it, Greg set down his bowl with a strange expression.
Ellie asked from beside him, "Well? Was it good?"
Greg answered awkwardly, "Uh... setting aside the smell, appearance, and taste, it was actually pretty good."
Ellie said, "If it was good, just say so. All those extra words to cover it up-you really are an idiot."
Greg said, "...As long as you're happy."
Although the purple soup had tasted every bit as indescribable as it looked, the miraculous thing was that Greg had indeed regained quite a bit of stamina after eating it.
He stood and moved around a little, then said seriously, "Ellie, the truth is, I came looking for you in such a hurry because there's been a change of plans."
Ellie's eyes instantly lit up. She put down her bowl and clenched both fists, barely able to contain the excitement in her voice:
"A change of plans? Are we going straight on a rampage?"
"...Not that kind of change."
Greg rubbed his temples. "Calm down first and let me finish."
Only then did Ellie rein herself in a little. She sat back down, folded her arms, and signaled with her eyes for him to continue.
Greg took a deep breath, then dropped the bombshell. "Wendy-she's the Empire's Fifth Imperial Princess."
Ellie