"Has the apple fallen?"
While having hot pot and singing with the four Saintesses, Horn suddenly blurted out.
Beside him, Catherine immediately expressed her discontent: "Didn't we agree, no talking about work during the New Year Festival?"
Horn just chuckled sheepishly: "I can't help it, if things are unresolved, it always weighs on my mind."
It was the New Year Festival, even the Holy Seat Mansion, despite the war state, closed a day early.
The Saintesses, however, had been busy all day, taking shifts handling affairs, and only returned to the mountain villa in the evening.
The other citizens of the ry Court Barracks had finished dinner and gone out to play while they were just starting their hot meal.
Fortunately, it was quite simple, a hot pot that didn't require much maneuvering.
They sat by the window of the mountain villa, and through the large floor-to-ceiling window was the distant street of the ry Court Barracks.
