Within that party of people, there was a scorched man with a bold face. It was Sir Bowood, who was the captain of the Lexington warship, which Louise sunk by engulfing it in flames with her Void magic. He nudged at the noble beside him and spoke to him.
“Look Horatio, It’s the ‘saint’ who defeated us”
The noble called Horatio turned his fat figure and replied.
“Hm… There hasn’t been an enthronement of a princess in Halkeginia before. Even though they defeated us, the war still isn’t over. Furthermore, isn’t she a bit young?”
“Horatio, you should study some history. There’s been one instance in Gallia and two in Tristain where the princess has been enthroned.”
Horatio scratched his head.
“History you say? If so, we’re just a ribbon decorating the first page of Saint Henrietta’s brillant history. That light! Not only did it annihilate my ship but yours as well!”
Bowood nodded. That ball of light which shone above the Lexington expanded to a huge size in just a matter of seconds. Not only did it cause the fleet to be engulfed in flames but it also destroyed the ‘wind stones’ on board the ships, causing them to sink towards the ground.
What was even more surprising, was that the light did not kill a single person. The light destroyed the fleet, but had no effect on the people. They managed to glide down onto the ground with what little control they had left. The flames did injure many people but there were no casualties.
“A miraculous light… I can’t believe it. I haven’t even heard or seen that kind of magic before. Our country has chosen a fearsome enemy.” Bowood whispered.
He called out to a soldier who was holding a large halberd.
“You. Yes, you.”
Raising his eyebrows the soldier approached Bowood.
“Did you call for me, Your Excellency?”
No matter if the person was an enemy or ally, nobles were to be treated with respect. The soldier waited for Bowood’s words in a polite manner.
“My subordinates aren’t locked up are they? Are they being fed properly?”
“The soldiers who were captured are being gathered and are being invited into the Tristain forces. There is compulsory labour imposed on them but most of them should be aspiring to join our forces. After all, it was a big victory. Don’t worry about their stomachs, Tristain is not such a poor country as to be considering whether or not to give prisoners food.”
“Here’s a cup to celebrate the ‘saint’s’ victory.”
The soldier laughed.
“Allow me to offer a cup to Your Excellency’s health.”
Feeling cheerful, Bowood whispered while he watched the soldier leave.
“If this annoying war ends and you go back home, what would you do, Horatio?”
“I’m going to retire from the army. I wouldn’t even mind if I gave up my wand, after seeing that light.”
Bowood laughed loudly.
“We think alike! I feel exactly the same”
A smile arose on Cardinal Mazarini’s face while he sat next to Henrietta. It was a smile that he had not shown for ten years, a smile without worry. Opening the carriage windows, he waved his hands in response to the deafening cheer of the crowd. He was glad that the two weights on his shoulders were lightened. Internal administration and diplomacy. He was considering leaving them to Henrietta and acting as an advisor himself.
Mazarini noticed that his new lord had a sad expression on her face. Tweaking his moustache, he asked her, “It seems that you are not feeling happy. I haven’t seen you cheerful since you’ve stepped in this carriage.”
“Why must I take the throne? Mother is here isn’t she?”
“She won’t even respond if we call her ‘Your Majesty the Queen.’ She said that she is not a king, merely the king’s wife and your mother, and she would definitely not accept the crown.”
“Why did my mother refuse to accept?”
A sad expression came over Mazarini’s face.
“The queen is still mourning. She still longs for your late father.”
Henrietta sighed.
“Then I’ll just be like my mother. The throne can remain empty. The coronation won’t proceed.”
“Don’t say such selfish things! Your coronation is something your mother has hoped for as well. Tristain cannot be a weak country right now. The nobles and citizens of Tristain, our allied countries as well, are hoping for you to take the throne.”
Henrietta sighed again. She looked at the wind ruby on her left ring finger. It was the ring which Saito had brought back to her, a memento of Wales’. The victory that had ascended her to the throne… was in a sense Wales’ victory. The ring had given Henrietta courage to face the enemy.
If mother left the throne empty because she was longing for father… then I want to do the same. I don’t want to become a queen.
But she could hear the crowd’s cheers. As if admonishing, Mazarini quietly whispered.
“The citizens are all hoping for the coronation. Your Excellency’s body is already something that is not yours.”
With a cough, he continued.
“I’ll explain the procedures of the coronation. So that you won’t make any mistakes.”
“It’s only wearing a crown… Why is it such a big fuss.”
“Don’t say such things. It’s a holy ritual. It’s a ritual where you bear the power bestowed by the founders and declare it to the world. The procedures are all a tradition.”
In an air of importance, Mazarini explained the procedures.
“…Then, when the ritual is finished, your excellency will approach the queen at the altar. You will state the written vow to the founders and the gods and your mother will place the crown on you. Then everyone in Halkeginia, including me, will be addressing you as ‘Your Majesty’.”
A vow…
Pledging something that she didn’t really hold true in her heart… isn’t that blasphemy? Thought Henrietta.
I just can’t think of myself as queen. That victory… the victory at Tarbes that ascended me to the throne was not through my leadership, but by the abundant experience and wit of the generals and Mazarini. I was only leading, I didn’t do anything else. If Wales were alive right now, what would he say to me? Me, who’s been given the duty of rising to the apex of power…
Wales.
My dear Wales.
The only person I have loved…
Before that or even after that, the only time I have truly vowed with the words ringing true with my heart has been that one time in the Ragdorian Lake. The great victory and the brilliance of the coronation did not lighten Henrietta’s heart from such thoughts.
She blankly stared at the parchment in her hands.
It was the report that had been delivered to Henrietta the other day. Recorded there was the interrogation of the prisoners done by a guard. There was something written about Saito’s Zero fighter shooting down the dragoons. A prisoner who had been a dragoon said that it flew with great agility and used powerful magic based attacks, shooting down his allies one by one. But, such a dragoon did not exist in the Tristain forces. Puzzled by this, the guard had investigated further in the matter. A report from the village of Tarbes continued. The ‘dragon’ the dragoon was using was in fact a magical item called the Dragon’s Raiment belonging to the Village of Tarbes. But it seems like it wasn’t a magical item, but instead an unknown machinery.
The one who was controlling it was the familiar of her friend, La Vallière. And… there was a slight hint of information regarding the light which destroyed the enemy fleet as well. That light had appeared near the flying machine. The guard had made quite a hypothesis, that La Vallière and her familiar were the source of that light. However, the guard seemed troubled whether to directly contact the two. The report ended with a request for further directions regarding the investigation.