Ignorance is bliss. Sharmia interpreted that famous proverb a little differently. Ignorance is an intoxicating drug.
"Princess. May I come in?"
"...Ah, yes."
Sharmia, who had been lightly spinning a dagger, hurriedly shoved it under her desk at the unexpected visit. It was not a good thing to be holding a blade in front of vassals who knew her secret. It could be seen as her planning to flee.
Karos, who opened the door and entered with a serious expression, looked around the office, which seemed no different from one in the royal palace, with an air of surprise.
"...It's exactly the same. I thought there must be some exaggeration to the dwarves' claim of building a city overnight... but it seems it was an understatement."
"I know. It's hard to believe they could create such a vast city in such a short time. I feel like this is what true magic is."
"It is a bit cramped, though."
At Karos's words, Sharmia rose from her desk, still piled high with documents, and headed to the balcony. A vast blue sky stretched out, making it impossible to tell they were underground. And in contrast to that sky, the city was packed with all sorts of people and buildings.
Even from this high place, she could tell that their condition was not very good.
"As you said, we have made space in the royal palace, but it is not enough."
"Space, you mean?"