Even if the world turned upside down, there were people who had to survive. They were none other than the Imperial Family.
"I feel somewhat sorry..."
In the office. Sharmia, having gathered all sorts of documents, scratched her head as she watched the procession leaving the capital. In that procession were those who carried the blood of the Imperial Family, including Lumia.
They were of noble blood, and also those who had to bear responsibility. Knowing this, she didn't really see it as a sense of privilege. After all, if I were to be defeated, they would be the ones to take responsibility for everything.
"It's alright. Princess, have you finished your own preparations to evacuate?"
"For the most part. But there's no one else but me to handle important official duties... It seems I'll have to stay until the very, very end."
Watching her sigh, I tilted my head.
"What about the other nobles besides you, Princess?"
"Most of them have, well, run away, fallen, or died. My younger sibling, who is still here, is cute but not much help."
She was in a difficult position in many ways.
"Hah, if only His Majesty the Emperor were here, he would have been a great help..."
"You mean His Majesty the Emperor. Indeed..."