After Elena made up her mind, she began to feel anxiety creep up on her. The time when Prince Carlisle would be assassinated already overlapped with the present. Although the exact time when he was killed was unknown, she fortunately remembered the location as the assassination had been the most talked about event before the rebellion.

There was no time to waste. It would be a disaster if she missed this window of opportunity to save Carlisle's life. Blaise Castle was located in south of the capital, and it would take several days to get to from here to there. She had to make haste as soon as possible.

"Our brother Derek is training now, isn't he?"

"Yes, it's always the same. If he doesn't hold a sword for even a day, he'll probably get a rash."
Mirabelle adorably stuck out her tongue and Elena looked at her lovingly. Elena had missed her sister so much. She was anxious to keep her eyes on her even more, but now she was in a hurry. She stroked Mirabelle's soft hair and spoke to her sadly.

"Mirabelle, I have to go somewhere for a while."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"It will be a few days."

"That long? I'm coming with you!"
Mirabelle clutched at Elena's nightgown. Perhaps it was because Mirabelle didn't remember their mother, who had died early, but the young girl had always hated being away from her older sister since she was a child. Elena did not hate Mirabelle for following her like a mother, and they had little memory of being separated until their family had been destroyed in their previous life.

The decades of living without Mirabelle had been extremely lonely. Elena wanted to indulge her sister and listen to everything she said, but this wasn't the time.

"I have to go alone..."
She quickly turned her head away. She had to be away for at least a few days to rescue Prince Carlisle, but she couldn't disappear for no reason. This wasn't a life when no one stopped her as a swordswoman, no matter what she did. She was the daughter of a Count who had to tell everyone her every move.

A memory flashed through Elena's head and gave her an idea.

"I have to go see Glenn, and you can't travel that far with me."

"Glenn?"

"Yes. I heard from her by letter a while ago, but I think I should go there myself."
Glenn was a baroness who lived on a rural estate and was a distant relative of the Blaise's. She loved both Elena and Mirabelle and, although not a frequent visitor, would make sure to visit Blaise Castle whenever she visited the south. Elena remembered that Glenn had been very nervous preparing for her wedding. In Elena's previous life she had only attended the wedding day to congratulate her, but now she had to leave Blaise Castle under any pretext. Glenn, who had been her good acquaintance since childhood, would make a good excuse.

Elena glanced at Mirabelle's face with apprehension, wondering if her memory might have been wrong. Luckily, however, Mirabelle spoke with a subdued look as if she already knew about Glenn.

"Do you still have to go there by yourself? If you're worried, you should send someone else...You can't travel that far just to see if something is up. Besides, this house is nothing without my sister."

"In some ways, a wedding is the most important thing in a woman's life. I need to visit her myself."

"But..."

"Glenn has a lot of hair and she worries about taking care of it every day. If I go there in person it will help her greatly."

"...Tch."
Mirabelle pouted in disapproval, and Elena sighed. If the future didn't depend on her saving Prince Carlisle, she would never leave her sister's side for a long time.

"My sister is too nice for her own good."
Elena smiled faintly at that. She didn't care if the world was stained with blood for the sake of her family, so the word "nice" was far from appropriate. It was impossible to estimate how much blood must be shed by her hands to save the Crown Prince Carlisle, but Elena just smiled innocently.

"I'll bring you a present when I get back."

"Really? I'll be looking forward to it."

"Yes. I'll pick something you like, so be patient."

"Yay!"
As if she had completely forgotten her opposition to Elena leaving, Mirabelle smiled as bright as a flower that would soon bloom. Yes, Elena wouldn't mind being a demon of hell to protect this smile.

"Then you should wait at home quietly. When Father gets back, I tell him I've gone to help Glenn's wedding."

"Okay. You have to come back as soon as possible, sister."

"I promise. I just need to say goodbye to Derek and then I'll leave right away."

"Already?"

"The sooner I leave the sooner I can come back."
Mirabelle's expression turned sullen, but then her face soon lit up with an idea.

"Then I'll ask the chef to make lunch so you can eat it on the way."

"You don't have to–"

"In the meantime go talk to Derek!"
Mirabelle left in as much of a hurry as she could, and Elena smiled sadly to see her go. Mirabelle was a weak child who could never run properly, and although she was seventeen years old, she was small and thin for her age and looked only fourteen. Elena was worried to see her run slowly, but felt moved at her efforts. When she saw this bit of kindness, she couldn't help but realize that she really was back.

After a moment of gratefulness, Elena quickly came to her senses and sat down at her desk. She planned to leave the house under the pretext of helping Glenn's wedding, but Elena wasn't sure if she could really visit her. She was planning to send Glenn to a master beautician just in case, and planned to let her know this in advance so that she could avoid a difficult situation later on. Elena wrote a letter to Glenn about going to help with the wedding, then another letter to the most famous hair salon in the capital city. The two letters were sent straight away, each bearing the seal of Count Blaise.