"......"

"......"

The silence was understandable. After all, what Alice and I had just said was utterly absurd.

Charlotte, who had been staring intently at my face for some time, finally placed a hand on her forehead.

“So, let me get this straight. You’re asking me, a princess of Belvur, to help you destroy one of the nation’s proud cultural heritages?”

“To be more precise, we’re asking you to help us sneak inside, not destroy it,” I corrected.

“......”

Alice, standing beside me, buried her face in her hands.

What? Why?

Seriously, what?

If I don’t explain things clearly from …