“I have faith in the dwarves. No, I have faith in Gottlieb.”
That quiet yet honest man had promised to have it done in thirty hours.
I believed that he would keep his word.
“I understand. I shall inform Jeanne of this and have the dwarven soldiers dispatched.”
‘However,’ Eve said as she continued.
“This is a battle that could result in your death if even one thing were to go wrong. I can hardly believe that to be possible, but I ask that you give me a memento.”
“We are just like lovers before a war.”
I chuckled and then handed her two stones.
“What is this?”
“Do you think I’m incapable of igniting things with magic?”
“That’s not what I meant. It is a sort of tradition in the country of Japan in another world. It is meant to give good fortune if a woman were to strike them twice while facing a man who is going off to battle.”
“What an interesting custom.”
“Toshizou told me about it.”
“Well then, I shall strike them twice.”
And she struck the flint twice.
It was a pleasant sound.
I felt as if it would ward off any disasters.
I told her as much and then gave her the order.
“I will return in several hours. I expect to drink your best cup of tea then.”
“I know. The water here is mostly hard. I will have to search for some soft water for you.”
I lightly touched her head and then left.
It was because I had heard Jeanne shouting from a distance.
“Heeey! Demon Lord! We must depart! How can we win without our general?”
We had vastly inferior numbers in this fight.
Jeanne and I would have to do much in order for the decoy troops to do what they had to do.
A lot would depend on my ability as a commander and a fighter.
However, Eve had no doubts regarding either of them.
“I know that you will defeat this Sharltar, master. This is not a prophecy, it is merely an established fact.”
My maid’s expression was both comforting and charming as she declared this.
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