"——A grave incident has occurred, Your Highness!"
Prince Xiyaldo's trusted Astrologer, Mr. Fenrir, suddenly stumbled from one end of the corridor to the other, his voice quivering in panic: "An incident has occurred—Have you gone to sleep yet, Your Highness?"
It was nearing dawn, and Aleister, having had a drink, was preparing to go to bed when she heard Fenrir's alarmingly tremulous shouts from outside.
...What's going on?
At this hour, Fenrir should be doing his stargazing. Could it be that he has divined some crucial intelligence?
Her brow furrowed slightly, feeling a bit of irritation at the unexpected interruption to her plans...
That's the uncontrollable irascibility inherent in the body of the Son of the Moon. Aleister fought hard to suppress the urge to destroy something, then changed out of her nightclothes and put on presentable attire.
Just in case, she still held the little raven close in her arms.
