A familiar voice coming from a distance.

Not just the voice, but the tone and the expression in the words left no doubt about who it was. The red twin-tailed princess hurriedly ran between Harold and me, positioning herself to block the space between us with her body.

—Tadadak!

“Huff, huff, huff….”

“…Princess Meslen?”

“Haa, haa… I-I knew it would be like this… Haa, haa….”

“Princess Meslen, are you all right? You usually don’t even run, but now you’re rushing over here in such a hurry….”

“Haa, I-I… that th-thieving, haa, cat… haa, like, haa… huff…”

Princess Meslen, who seemed …