Dragon Princess Will Do Her Best To Prevent The World's Destruction

Chapter 49: Plans That Would Soon Be Ruined By Roselia Somehow

We've been with Roselia for so long that one might have forgotten work desks didn't look like the aftermath of an office party gone wrong, a culmination of a month or two's refusals to look at documents detailing the impending doom of the world. In any case, a proper desk of a person with a paperwork heavy job should probably look something like this.

It was a rather tidy table, with every item placed with thought and calculation. There were very little documents on the desk itself, although that didn't mean the owner of it wasn't hardworking. Judging from the breakneck speeds he was scribbling away on each piece of paper, it was evident that he took his work extremely seriously. Rather efficient at it, too.

He was a young man, probably one that was slightly older than a certain hero, but significantly younger than the likes of King Fredrick. He was in his twenties, in other words. Even though his appearance was considered rather rare in this region, with black eyes and hair, his features could still be considered charming.

Even so, "handsome" shouldn't be the first thing that comes to mind when one saw this man. There were a variety of adjectives that was more accurate, such as "cunning", "scheming", or even "nefarious". That slight but noticeable smirk of his certainly didn't help things, even if it was an unconscious action.

An even more incriminating aspect was that he wore an officer's uniform, one that was reminiscent of those from Earth's early modern period. In other words, he wore a waistcoat and breeches, joined with the typical golden epaulettes. From his clothing, the man was most likely an officer. Or perhaps someone important that deserved a military rank out of custom, such as a minister.

"My lord," a knock resounded through the room as the door across the man was struck.

"Please, do come in," the man returned his fountain pen to the inkwell, as he responded in a sweet voice.

Another man entered, this time an aged man not unlike the principal. Despite his age, he still moved with discipline and purpose in his butler suit.

"Ah, Albert." if Roselia was here, she would have no doubt retorted the lack of creativity when it came to coming up with the butler's name. "Is it the report this time? Please, take a seat. This will take some time."

"Certainly," Albert did as he was told. "Today's intelligence briefing...it's regarding the Eden matter."

"The new fledgling nation? I thought I already told you the bickering of fools does not interest me," the lord frowned.

"It's not about the nation, but rather, it's about a specific individual. Someone that you will surely take interest in, prince," Albert casually revealed the prince's vocation.

"Oh...?" the prince raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"It's a report from the spies," the butler slid a folder across the table to the prince. "It's on an individual named Nia."

That was rather...unexpected. Among the ruthless strategist, backroom backstabber, smooth-talking charmer, the queen of terror, and...well, basically anyone in Eden, really. Even if they chose Roselia, at most we would have a few laughs at the expense of these two poor souls that were about to be swallowed by the princess' world consuming density. Laughter, but at least they were sympathetic ones. But nope, it was Nia.

The prince raised an eyebrow, "Nia? That isn't much to go by. What's her family name?"

"...We don't know, my lord," the butler admitted.

"Hm?" the prince frowned.

"Even the court mages failed to obtain information about this individual named Nia with their clairvoyance spells," Albert explained. "Any attempts at recovering information regarding this individual has drawn up a blank, as if her entire history was erased from the memories of the world."