(Two transitional chapters, and then it's the Holy Grail War-a heavily modified Fourth War with a lineup beyond imagination.)
In short, Miquella set off just like that.
Carrying the fragments of Messmer in women's clothing kindly provided by Melina, he embarked on his journey to the Nasuverse.
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of Leyndell.
Godwyn was skulking inside an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by printing equipment and stacks of paper.
Fortissax lay outside keeping watch, his Ancient Dragon head turning this way and that from time to time, as wary as a dog guarding its food.
"Hurry, hurry!"
Godwyn urged the servants before him, "We have to finish printing this batch today!"
Sweating profusely, the servants operated the printing press Horace had only recently introduced into widespread use. Sheets of paper rolled out of the machine, bearing none other than:
"The Red-Haired Knight and His Beloved Horse-A Forbidden Love Across Species"
Godwyn looked at the finished copies, an evil smile curling his lips.
"Once you've been left out in the rain, you have to tear up everyone else's umbrellas."
He still could not forget the hurt he had suffered back then. Those were wounds that would undoubtedly take him a lifetime to heal.
Since he had been hurt, why should anyone else escape unscathed?
The Lands Between were so vast. Someone had to suffer that eye-searing experience with him.
Fortissax poked his head through the doorway. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Godwyn nodded. "Positive."
Fortissax said, "Radahn will kill you."
"He won't know I printed it."
"Miquella will know."
"He's busy writing his new book. He doesn't have time for me."
"Then Horace..."
Godwyn waved a hand. "Uncle's so busy. How would he have time for something this trivial? Besides, if he really asks, I'll just say Miquella