"Orphelus! What exactly is going on?"
Duke Novak demanded loudly of the noblewoman before him, his brow deeply furrowed as he spoke to her in a stern tone. "Explain to me why the Caesar Royal Guard appeared on the battlefield?!"
Or rather, why does the Caesar Royal Guard still exist after the merger?
"Why wouldn't they?"
Answering him was the young lady known as Orphelus, who was casually sipping her tea. She truly matched the stereotypical image of a 'noble girl,' even to the point of being a caricature.
She wore a knitted silk coat, a beautiful felt scarf, a stunning gemstone necklace, and daintily held a teacup with her slender hand. Her gorgeous chestnut curls and petite pointed boots completed the look.
Of course, her milky white skin and eyes that sparkled like pearls, reminiscent of an innocent little girl, added to the effect.
However, her real age was very questionable, just like Duke Novak, who also appeared very young. She was definitely a false loli.
