A month passed while the investigation into Luana's story progressed, showing that she was telling the truth. She had not hidden anything about her journey until she was arrested and even told about almost killing an entire village when she lost control of her mana.
On an ordinary afternoon, under an arbor in the garden of the Fortress of the Black Lions, Luana, now freshly bathed and dressed in clean clothes, was trying to read a book that had been lent to her. Somehow, the skill Arthur had made her learn was helping, allowing her to understand almost everything written in the Basilican language.
— How have you been, Luana? — the king asked as he approached.
Hearing her name called, Luana looked at the king and then stood up, making a bow that she had been taught.
— I am well, Your Majesty.
— You may sit. I came to ask you a favor — said the king as he sat on a bench in front of her. — I would like to...
