"Praise the Lord God! It's so late, is Your Highness resting?...Hmm? This voice... Is Your Highness drunk?"

The night is dark, and the moonlight is as clear as well water. Snake Priestess Miawa swayed, carrying a clay pot filled with water, and walked quickly around the hall. From a distance, she could hear His Highness reciting indistinctly, as well as some incomprehensible chatter. Her eyes flickered for a while, then she smiled and looked at Eckart, the head of the guard who was guarding the door.

"Dear Chief of Guards

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