Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

James was taken aback when he saw Alice.

He immediately guessed what was going on, but didn't say anything more.

We continued walking forward and returned to the private room.

If I remember correctly, Alice should have met James when she was a child, right?

When I thought that...

"Alice? You are...Alice?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

I turned my head and looked.

A very familiar figure followed James in.

he is……

Mayor Roya.

Philip B. Greirat.

……

"Alice, weren't you... dead?"

Philip was puzzled.

He turned to look at me, as if he understood something.

I was wondering what Alice would say.

However, when he turned his head, he found that Alice hadn't even looked at Philip.

She turned her head to the side.

He also ignored Philip's voice.

"Alice?"

I tentatively called out.

"..."

Alice ignored me too.

Upon seeing this, Philip couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

"Is that so... Well, that's fine too."

He said this and shook his head.

Is it good or bad...?

Then, their gaze fell on me.

"Rudius, it's been a long time."

"Yes, Lord Philip."

"Okay. I'll leave Alice in your care."

"Yes, I will take good care of her. That being said, it has always been Alice who has been helping me."

"Is that so... Alice has grown up even in places I can't see..."

Philip flashed his signature aristocratic smile.

Then, he turned and walked forward.

Just as his figure was about to disappear completely, he suddenly stopped.

"If you can, go see your mother."

"She is near the town of Hammapolga in the land of conflict."

"She was thinking of you until she died."

"If she could see you like this now, she would be very happy."

After finishing speaking.

Philip disappeared behind the door of the private room.

Hammapolga...

If I remember correctly, that place was known as the town of mercenaries.

In that land of conflict, the towns and their owners change every so often.

Because that's the kind of place where conflicts are so complicated.

"Alice, we..."

I turned to look at Alice.

But they found her with her arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

I tilted my head back and looked up at the ceiling.

Tears streamed down my face without me even realizing it, wetting my cheeks.

She sobbed silently.

"Alice..."

I have nothing to say.

He could only remain silent and pull her into his arms.

After a while.

Alice composed herself.

Wipe away your tears and push me away.

He continued to watch the guests outside the door.

I had considered the possibility of meeting Philip before this.

That being said.

When I was fifteen.

Alice abandoned her surname, Boreas.

The noblewoman named Alice B. Grellatt has died in a mudslide caused by torrential rain.

Right now, she's just a swordswoman named "Alice Grellat".

Philip.

He was no longer her father.

……

Those who have gained the wings of freedom

The price will be the loss of both legs.

……

Then, at the very end.

Darius's superior minister arrived at the venue later than anyone else.

As soon as Darius saw me, he looked away with a chilling expression.

He was followed by a guard.

I glanced at it subconsciously and felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

Then when I saw the black hair peeking out from under the full-coverage helmet, I immediately remembered.

He was the knight who was passing by.

256. From beginning to end

That passing knight...

If I remember correctly, he should be one of Orstide's subordinates, right?

Why would he be following Darius...?

what.

It turned out to be the case.

He was the undercover agent responsible for monitoring Darius's movements.

……

soon.

The nobles entered the room in order and took their seats in their designated places.

Alice, Kyrianu, and I stood in the corner.

Maintain vigilance regarding the surroundings.

Seeing that all the nobles had entered the venue, Ariel, who was sitting in the main seat, took a step forward.

"I am truly grateful to all of you for taking time out of your busy schedules to come today."

then.

The banquet began.

The event was hosted by Ariel, who personally opened the event and greeted everyone.

The story begins with His Majesty the King's illness, then moves to the recent domestic situation, and recounts the author's thoughts and feelings about missing the Kingdom of Asra during his studies abroad...

Then, launch the attack.