"We have to make money in the Imperial Capital to save the village!"
At Durandal and Rita's home in the Imperial Capital.
The members of the Blade of Immortality had all gone out on missions, leaving only Durandal and Rita at home.
Recently, Night Raid had become increasingly rampant. Quite a few corrupt Imperial nobles had been assassinated by them, but Rita had merely ordered the Security Teams to strengthen their patrols and searches.
Yet the most crucial, core force of the Blade of Immortality had made no move at all. They had not taken the initiative to capture those assassins either, as though they were simply ignoring them.
Without the Blade of Immortality interfering, the other Security Department personnel were not exactly useless, but they had no hope of catching even a trace of Night Raid.
Although the minister had expressed intense dissatisfaction with Rita and the Blade of Immortality's inaction, Rita did not take it seriously and simply ignored him.
Both Durandal and Rita knew Night Raid very well. Night Raid only assassinated those monsters wearing human skin. While the upper ranks of the Imperial Capital were in a panic, the commoners and public order had not been affected much.
At that moment, Durandal was lying with her head on Rita's lap. Beside them were many pastries Rita had made herself, as well as fruit she had bought. Rita peeled a piece of fruit, cut it into small chunks, and held one between her clean thumb and forefinger as she fed Durandal lying on her thighs.
"Come, Lord Durandal... open your mouth!"
Rita lowered her head, a smile in her wine-red eyes as she brought the food in her hand to Durandal's lips.
Durandal parted her cherry lips and directly took the fruit from Rita's fingers, inevitably