"This is so awkward."

"Why did you do that...!" "I’m sorry, Your Highness." "Do you have any idea how much I suffered because of you...!"

It really is awkward.

As I blankly watched the tearful reunion between the granddaughter and grandfather, I looked at the two embracing each other and thought to myself. 'What should I do from now on?'

In the original work, just a moment ago, the Prime Minister had passed away from a single strike.

Though he could have killed Shartia, the Prime Minister, who didn’t have the courage to kill someone like a princess—who was like a granddaughter to him—chose to die instead.

The Prime Minister stopped his sword in front of Shartia’s eyes and died at the hands of the magic Shartia had cast.