Chapter 28: Unsure.

  Though well behaved and kind, Carma was still a princess. As such, there was a certain level of… pride, which always deluded her in a few ways.

  Like now, she saw Celia’s strength, and assumed that no one could harm her. In a fight, the girl was strangely skilled, adding to this wrong line of thinking.

  In all this, Carma forgot about Celia’s tendency for self-sacrifice. Her princess-poisoned mind prevented Carma from realizing that… as long as it was a female, Celia would sacrifice herself. When it came to these situations, Celia’s fighting skills were meaningless.

  Carma: “Celia… I wonder if you would find it funny, knowing that the Felta’s spent so much to kill you…” She solemnly spoke to herself, gently rubbing Celia’s cheek.

  The shattered remains of that sword, was just a hilt, and a small portion of blade. But it this was more than enough to understand its value.

  Enchanted, which was something only those with that focused on Magic, and at least Level 500, could do. The enchantment was stronger than Carma has ever seen, as well. Which meant… someone had been paid a generous amount for the enchanting alone, likely close to Level 800 or higher.

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  Carma: “Lem…” She spoke, noticing a warm hand now on her shoulder.

  Lem: “Lady Celia’s HP Stat had returned to normal hours ago. So, she’ll surely wake up soon.” She coaxed with a confident tone.

  Carma: “I know… But, this sword… could father even afford to have it made?” She replied, upset beyond belief.

  On top of the grand enchantments, which were got near Midas’s level, the sword had been forged from Orichalcum. The Felta Empire was built around their sole ownership of Orichalcum, so, if anything, this assassination served as an insult and as a threat to Carma.

  The only reason that Carma managed to make it to Celia’s side so quickly… was because the envoy from Felta just ran her in circles. There were no negotiations, apologies, or honeyed words about reparations for Herm trying to kill the princess.

  Lem: “With Felta having monopoly over Orichalcum, I’d say no, My Lady.” She denied softly.

  Carma: “…You… could at least lie to cheer me up, Lem.” She replied with a groan.

  Through this all, Carma’s anger wasn’t directed at the assassin, or even the Felta Empire. Instead, she was upset that, somehow, Carma forgot about teaching Celia to be more selfish.

  Lem: “Midas… is very friendly with Lady Celia, yes?” She asked, confident, like always.

  Carma: “Celia mentioned this, and as she has never spoken even one lie to us… it is likely the truth.” She answered, now lazily playing with Celia’s soft, long and pink hair.

  Lem: “Then, we can take the remains of that sword to her. If nothing else, Midas should be able to tell who enchanted it. Rather than just us vaguely knowing that some Felta royal, probably the king, had this assassination carried out.” She explained, anger in her voice, clearly furious that someone had injured Celia like this.

  Carma: “…”