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It Feels Just Right

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The one who first regained composure in response to such a Stella was the Queen.

“This way… Stella-sama, is this correct?” (Queen)

The Queen gripped the bat on the throne. With an extremely serious gaze.

“Okaa-sama…!?” (Clarissa)

“Clarissa, I have come to a realization.” (Queen)

The Queen spoke with a slightly regretful tone.

“This bat indeed has no special mana. However, conversely speaking… if one trains, trains, and trains without end, then it means one can do the same as Stella-sama. Even without a special weapon, one can become strong.” (Queen)

“…!” (Clarissa)

Clarissa and the close aides all gasped. Now that it was said, it was indeed true. Stella may be a peerless hero. But her strength did not come from her weapon. It was due to physical ability and mana that surpassed all limits. In response to the Queen’s words, Stella smoothly approached the throne.

“Yes, that’s right… I believe the grip is fine like that. Open your elbows a little more…” (Stella)

When asked, Stella would always respond immediately. She entered lecture mode right away. Clarissa and the close aides also gathered around the throne one after another. So, they wouldn’t miss a single word of Stella’s swing lesson.

“Looks like something’s started again, huh.” (Marcosias)

“Sure does…” (Nana)

To Marcosias’ words, Nana responded half-heartedly.

Nana was carefully investigating the Swallow’s statue, so as not to break her concentration on the Queen and others.

“Thanks to the whip, the mana scattered… and it broke nicely, but this is…” (Nana)

*Rustle rustle rustle*

Nana was feeling around the Swallow’s statue intently. Even with hands through a mascot costume, if it was Nana, she could still understand quite a bit.

“That whip was really cool. It sparkled and stretched all flashy-like…” (Marcosias)

“Thanks. That whip was also originally a product of demonic technology, so in that sense, it’s similar to the Swallow… precisely because of that, it was effective.” (Nana)

The multicolored whip Nana had used was formally named “Beard of the Sand Dragon”. It was a weapon that Nana’s predecessors had painstakingly separated from a dragon-type magical tool once excavated. Its fine-tuning alone had taken decades. Hence its power was far from ordinary. The whip moved in accordance with mana and could scatter mana it touched. The fact that the Swallow didn’t escape was thanks to the whip as well.

“But the mana was so enormous that without Stella, the whip probably wouldn’t have meant much either.” (Nana)

“I see, that makes sense. Hm, the statue itself just looks normal to me.” (Marcosias)

Marcosias leaned in to peek at Nana’s hands.

“This itself… poses no danger. Do you know Zanzas’ moving lightning?” (Nana)

“I heard Mother defeated it before.” (Marcosias)

“Yes, in terms of characteristics, it’s similar. It emits mana from a wooden statue core and manifests physically.” (Nana)

Nana’s soft mascot hand stroked the cross-section of the wooden statue.

“I’ve now severed some of the critical mana circuits. It won’t be restored easily.” (Nana)

“That’s good.” (Marcosias)

Near the throne, Stella was holding Durandal and demonstrating a one-legged batting stance. Each time, the surroundings erupted in cheers of “Ooooh!”.

“It looks like it’ll take a while.” (Marcosias)

“Well, it’s fine.” (Nana)

The Queen and the others were also excitedly listening. They might be a bit eccentric, but she was the hero who saved their homeland.

“I see, the very basics begin like that…” (Queen)

“Yes. It also varies depending on the bat and one’s physique, but…” (Stella)

“I’ll try it too!” (Clarissa)

The one who raised her hand was Clarissa. Stella smiled as she instructed Clarissa, who was now holding the bat. And so, a direct lesson by Stella continued for over an hour.

 

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That night.

A grand banquet began at the royal palace. Of course, it was a celebration of Stella and the others’ victory. Nearly all nobles from the castle town gathered, rare items were lined up, and the scale rivaled even the coronation ceremony. Stella and the others dined at the best seats in the grand hall. Seated beside them were the Queen and Clarissa. Stella apologized awkwardly to the Queen and the others.

“…I’m sorry, I got a bit too excited earlier.” (Stella)

“No, no, it was an extremely meaningful time.” (Queen)

After a short break, Stella had cooled down. She realized she might have gone overboard with the swing lecture in the audience chamber. Though, she wasn’t too remorseful. The Queen, whose burden had been lifted, was also in high spirits, so no one minded much.

Naturally, the topic turned to noball.

“Still, this noball you mentioned is quite fascinating. It seems simple, yet profoundly deep. I’m familiar with most games and competitions from various countries… but I’ve never encountered anything like it.” (Queen)

“Yes, I learned it from Elt-sama as well.” (Stella)

“Elt-sama… Clarissa, that would be Hold-sama’s younger brother, correct?” (Queen)

The Queen was thorough. She was already familiar with Hold’s family, the Nagash Household.

“Yes! He’s five or six years older than me and possesses amazing mana…!” (Clarissa)

“I see… If it’s the Nagash Household, then it’s not surprising. It has existed since very ancient times. Even before I went into slumber, I had heard of a noble house with a serpent crest.” (Queen)

At the time, the Nagash Household and Zanzas didn’t have much contact, so she had no particular memory of them. But the Queen nodded, deeply moved.

“This too can be called a curious fate. That we entrusted our daughter to a household to study from a developed nation, only for it to be connected with Stella-sama as well.” (Queen)

“It truly is…” (Stella)

The country where Elt lived was advanced in magical studies, magical tools, and monsterology. Originally, Clarissa had been sent there to study in order to counter the Swallow. Nana also hailed from a northern country. Like Clarissa, she had met Hold at the noble academy where she studied abroad.

Incidentally, Nana was currently carrying the Swallow’s wooden statue wrapped up on her back. Since it was essential for storage, no one objected. Clarissa would return to study under Hold again. Though the Swallow’s threat was gone, being strong and wise was a noble’s duty. To achieve that, one must continue to learn. Even so, there was no longer the grim determination of before. Now it was a hopeful pursuit of knowledge.

“As mentioned in the letter, please extend our highest gratitude to Elt-sama. It’s truly a shame we could not meet. Should anything happen, we shall assist however we can.” (Queen)

“Yes…!” (Clarissa)

That letter from the Queen was also included in the bundle Nana carried on her back. It couldn’t be helped if it were to go flying and be lost, it’d be terrible. Keeping it stored was safest.

“Spicy! Spicy!” (Marcosias)

Elven cuisine was rather spicy. Even so, Marcosias was enjoying the food while exclaiming.

“Now then, for spreading this joyous news across the kingdom, how should we write it…” (Queen)

The Queen accepted a thin piece of paper from a close aide. The calamity of the Swallow was part of national history. The fact that it had been resolved must be relayed to the citizens. It was also the kingdom’s duty to convey good news.

“Fumu… In that case, I have a fine catchphrase. It just came to me.” (Marcosias)

While Nana wiped his mouth, Marcosias spoke.

Just like during the play, elegantly and fluently.

“Stella’s single strike, smites the hated foe. Behold the hero, farewell to the Swallow.” (Marcosias)

…Somehow, it was a strange phrase. But Stella clapped her hands with a *pon*. She couldn’t explain why but it just felt right.

“I don’t really get it, but… instinctively, it feels good!” (Stella)

 

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