Chapter 237
“Lady Sepia…?”
Dale called her name, and at the same moment, her body, reeling in agony, lost its balance. Sepia’s hand steadied Dale’s body immediately afterward.
“It was blue magic I never taught you.”
Sepia said, and Dale silently nodded. But Sepia asked no more. After all, as a mage who wielded blue magic herself, Sepia couldn’t possibly have been unaware. The blue magic Dale had displayed was a highly advanced magic, one she herself, as she was now, couldn’t even dare to imagine.
Moreover, it bore a striking resemblance to the realm revealed by the blue-clad figure.
“…Why did you leave Miss Charlotte behind in the Duchy of Lancaster?”
But Sepia, seemingly unconcerned, asked something entirely unexpected.
“Charlotte must fulfill her duties as Duchess of Lancaster.”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
Sepia nodded quietly.
“Miss Charlotte has every right to be by your side.”
“……”
“Treat her a little more kindly.”
For a moment, Dale opened his mouth to say something, but then quietly closed it.
Sepia was still supporting Dale’s body. As a teacher cherishing his disciple, he seemed to be doing what was right.
At that moment, Sistine Chapel.
“What on earth do you mean by that?”
Though the Church had formally resolved to secede from the Empire, it had never truly separated from it.
“It is as you say, Holy Virgin.”
The Celestial Archon, the pinnacle of the White Mage Tower and the Golden Standard, spoke quietly.
