A bolt from the blue?
No.
If I were being honest, it felt more like a death sentence.
The mont the words "Her Royal Highness wishes to see you" left Valtraus's mouth, the first thing that ca to mind wasn't honor or reward.
It was Reisir.
The protagonist.
The walking bundle of variables capable of overturning the original story's flow.
And unfortunately, the current situation was full of reasons for him to be summoned as well.
The First Princess had personally experienced the anomaly.
She had personally fought the monster.
And she had personally delivered the finishing blow.
Naturally, she would want to hear testimony from others who had survived similar incidents.
Among them, there was no way she would overlook the person who had defeated the monster at the graduation ceremony.
In other words—
Reisir.
The more I thought about it, the more certain it beca.
My expression must have darkened.
Because Valtraus suddenly frowned.
"...Why do you look like soone just inford you of a funeral?"
"Because I dislike troubleso things."
"eting the First Princess is troubleso?"
"Extrely."
Valtraus looked at as though I had lost my mind.
Ragfrid, anwhile, nodded slightly.
"I understand."
"...Older Sister, why are you agreeing with him?"
"Because I would also find it troubleso."
"That's because you're strange."
"No, that's because you're the strange one."
The siblings imdiately began bickering again.
Watching them, I quietly leaned back in my chair.
At least one thing was fortunate.
No matter how much the original story had changed, it seed these two still had no intention of dragging into family politics.
The problem was that fate itself appeared determined to drag elsewhere.
The First Princess.
The imperial family.
The anomaly.
The Awakened.
And Reisir.
One by one, the pieces that should have t years later were gathering far too quickly.
This really isn't good.
In the original story, the protagonist's rise happened gradually.
He survived the first anomaly.
He gained experience.
He built connections.
Only after accumulating achievents did he co into contact with major figures such as the First Princess.
But now?
The tiline was being compressed.
As if soone had taken the original plot and folded it in half.
"Karvaldr."
I lifted my head.
Valtraus was looking at .
"What?"
"Don't do anything strange when you et Her Royal Highness."
"..."
"Why are you silent?"
Because I had absolutely no confidence in that.
Fortunately, I possessed enough common sense not to say that aloud.
"I will conduct myself appropriately."
"That answer sohow makes even more anxious."
"I agree."
Even Ragfrid joined in.
For a brief mont, I seriously considered leaving imdiately.
Unfortunately, before I could stand—
A servant entered the greenhouse.
"Young Masters. Young Lady."
The servant bowed respectfully.
"There has just been a ssage from the main residence."
Valtraus straightened.
"What is it?"
"The summons from the Imperial Palace has been finalized."
The greenhouse fell silent.
The servant continued.
"His Grace has instructed that Young Master Karvaldr attend."
As expected.
I quietly closed my eyes.
Then ca the next sentence.
"And another guest has already accepted the invitation."
Sothing about the servant's expression felt oddly complicated.
Valtraus noticed it too.
"Who?"
The servant hesitated briefly before answering.
"The young lord of House Reisir."
"..."
"..."
"..."
At that mont, I genuinely felt the urge to fake an illness.
Unfortunately, judging by the looks Ragfrid and Valtraus were giving , it seed neither of them would allow it.
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