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While carefully opening the parchment handed to her, the heraldic saint Mattia lowered the corners of her mouth suspiciously. Before she could read the contents, her eyes swept across the parchment.

I'm surprised," said Mattia, opening her lips involuntarily.

"I'm surprised, it looks a lot like Anne's handwriting.

The writing was meticulously neat and tidy. The writing is neat and precise, yet not difficult to read in general. It was exactly the same as Largd-Anne's handwriting, which he had seen many times in the reports.

Admiringly, Mattia rolled his eyes and stared at the entire parchment.

As soon as she heard that Lugis had written a response to her letter, she was filled with some anticipation, anxiety, and curiosity.

It was probably not a very thoughtful reply, but it was still nice and wonderful to know that he had written it for her. Unknowingly, Mattia's cheeks were relaxed.

You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of these in the marketplace.

I'm sure you'll be able to understand why.

"...... Yes. I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear that.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear that.

I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not. It seems that she has chosen her words very carefully, and her voice has lost its usual smoothness.

You should have said that earlier. No, I'd rather he didn't say anything at all. With her cheeks a little hotter, she clears her throat lightly and tightens her lips.

If you think about it, there can't be that many people who write as beautifully as Anne does. Besides, I heard that he was from a poor background.

If so, then letters were probably not a part of his life. He may have never written a letter in his life.

The first thing I did was to look at my eyes.

The first thing you should do is to look at your eyes. I'm not sure if you've seen this before.

This is the first time I've ever seen this kind of thing.

When she thought about it, she didn't know much about him, not only his letters, but also his favorite foods and where he was from. I only vaguely knew his background.

Mattia lets out a self-mocking sigh. How dare you say you're going to manage him like this? It's not even funny. The most you know about him is his principles.

That's not good enough. It's not good enough.

Yes, it is. If you're going to manage him, you need to be able to know everything about him. The characters, the things he likes, everything.

With this in mind, Mattia's eyes, which had been reading the words on the parchment, stopped moving. Then she looked at a point.

She must have seen it. Oh," Anne said, opening her lips.

"The last signature was personally signed by Master Lugis. It's not exactly a proof of identity.

Anne was right, the only part of the letter that bore the name of the sender was clearly written in a different quality of script.

It's a broken letter. It was signed "Lugis," in the kind of ink that indicates strength, probably with a lot of effort.

Mattia stared at the signature for a moment, then closed his eyes lightly. She then rolled the parchment up in her hands as if she were handling something important.

A few moments passed while Mattia kept his eyelids closed. Her skull chewed on the writing, and she pondered how to respond.

"If you only read the content, it is an unacceptable request, but--

Mattia's eyes narrowed with a sharpness that seemed to pierce even the air. The string of words inscribed on the parchment demanded that the heraldry make a clear move. It was unacceptable and not something that could be taken seriously.

It was close to the kind of delusional rhetoric that the everyday Mattia would have dismissed out of hand. But...

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But it was Lugis who said this, wasn't it, Anne?

I'm sure you'll be able to understand why I'm here. Anne nodded her head with a small chin and replied, "Definitely.

Mattia's eyelashes moved up and down as she responded to Anne. She then tucked away the rolled up parchment with care and said.

"Well, Anne. You already know what you have to do. I'm going to write a directive, and I want you to send word to your troops and your allies in each country so that we can get things done right away.

With her back to me, Mattia said without a care in the world. Her long hair bounced and danced in the air.

Anne, on the other hand, was more than a little taken aback by Mattia's words and actions. She hadn't expected to be told to act so quickly.

Surely, the saint would listen to the words of the hero, no matter how unbelievable they were. Anne had a hunch about that, and she didn't think it was a bad thing.

However, it was far from expected that she would just accept all the requests.

As far as Anne knew, Mattia was a saint of reason and calculation, not a man of compassion. Although she had occasionally let her emotions get the better of her in the face of Lugis, she had never lost sight of the big picture.

But this time...

Immediately, a cold numbness came over Anne's abdomen. She could feel it rising up and down her throat.

It wasn't as deep as a suspicion. But it was too much of a feeling to force down. I've felt this a few times before.

--The saintly Mattia must be blinded by her love for the hero.

Anne swallowed her spit as she held the other parchment to her chest. A fuzzy sensation washed over her brain. Anne's tiny eyelids fluttered.

Anne's little eyelids fluttered. "Anne, are you dreaming?

It was the words of the saint Mattia that forced Anne's consciousness back.

As if in a state of shock, Anne jumped up and down and responded to Mattia.

She's always been very flexible and easy to deal with, but somehow on this occasion, she was making a very sluggish expression.

You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them. It's a rare expression for Mattia, a kind expression that doesn't contain any calculation.

I know what you mean. I know what you mean. But don't worry.

I am who I am, no matter what I indulge in. Mattia continued.

"If it were up to me alone. I will not be so shallow as to indulge my passions in matters involving people and soldiers. That's what I swore when I became a saint.

This was not a saint, but the true voice of a person named Mattia, spilling out from the depths of her heart. The words of the vow, without the slightest hint of fading. The depths of her eyes seemed to be filled with immeasurable emotion.

Perhaps that's why she doesn't seem to be stammering. As if reading a script, Mattia said.

So, this is not an emotion. It's just that I believe in this person, Lugis.

Until now, he has paved the way for the heraldry and led the way like a meteor. He has paved the way for the heraldry and has led the way like a meteor.

Of course, not everything went well. Some of his actions were impulsive, and some of his choices were too reckless.

But they were not just legs running in the dark, nor were they random movements. They were made with a firm will and an eye to the future.

Therefore, although the contents of this letter may seem absurd at first glance, there is something that seems to be a vague intention in it.

It is typical of him that the explanation is quite lacking.

No, I think he trusts that I can understand him. If so, I'm glad. Mattia lifted his cheeks and said.

Yes, trust. I have faith in him. I can't say right now that everything in the letter is true, but if he says it, I'll take it as meaningful. Yes, with a certain calculus.

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