The Countess Is a Coward No More! This Reincarnated Witch Just Wants a Break Volume 4 (eBook)

Ageha Sakura (Autor)

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2026
250 Seiten
J-Novel Heart (Verlag)
978-1-7183-9180-2 (ISBN)

Infos

The elfin Epocha has been dealt with, Lance-Lam's third disciple and the Holy Father-has dissolved the Motar Faith, and the world's becoming a better place. Or is it? The Hanche Kingdom, a small island nation south of the mainland, insists that the Faith is still very much alive and repudiates all who claim otherwise. Flèche, now king of Lèvres, asks Lam to investigate, which requires her to join one of Hanche's chivalric orders incognito-with Char and company tagging along. Coincidentally, this presents Lam with the perfect opportunity to explore the world and hunt down clues about her former magic teacher's whereabouts. Will Lam find what she's looking for? And can she uncover the Motar Faith's schemes before it's too late?

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Chapter Two: A Troubled Visitor

It was some time after our move when Flèche—now the king of Lèvres—came to visit us.

I was in the middle of swinging my broom around in the garden under the sun. It shone much brighter here than it had in Tête, and the mere act of stepping out of the mansion to its welcoming rays had put me in high spirits. The weather today was pleasantly mild; not so cold that I would need to bundle up, but not hot enough for me to have to adjust the temperature with my magic.

As I stood there, broom in hand, Flèche suddenly popped into existence in front of me. Char was currently working in his office, so he wasn’t around. Though the Mercures were no longer nobles of the Tête Kingdom and weren’t swamped with work—no more wasting time writing tons of useless reports for the crown—Flèche had made Char an earl of Lèvres. Granted, his territory was limited to the island we occupied, and it was only applicable for as long as we lived here, but he didn’t have to serve in court or anything of the sort. However, just like in Tête, he had to take care of the occasional magic mission: killing monsters and the like. And, sadly, that came with some paperwork.

It went without saying that Flèche never acted as haughty as the Tête Kingdom’s royal family or nobles, nor did he send the Mercures on reckless missions. Besides, the Motar Faith—the root cause of the discrimination against mages—wasn’t around anymore.

Flèche had proclaimed that he would do everything in his power to transform Lèvres into a nation that was kind to mages and treated them fairly. Nevertheless, the Motar Faith’s doctrine was still strongly entrenched in the minds of many who opposed his decision.

The Faith and its fictitious god, Motar, had been around for five hundred years and had spread over the entire world. Lance, the former Holy Father, might have dismantled the Faith, but people weren’t about to change their moral values overnight. It would take time—especially since there were very few mages in the world. And to think, Lèvres had historically been one of the most empathetic nations toward mages. I could only imagine what things must be like in other countries...

“Master!” Flèche exclaimed when he appeared in front of me, spreading his arms as he approached before wrapping me in a hug like he used to back when he’d been my disciple. “Ah, I missed you so much!”

“King Flèche.”

“Aw, stop calling me by my title; it’s like we’re strangers. You even called me ‘Your Highness’ when I was still a prince. I told you to call me just by my name,” he said.

I simply couldn’t. If I started to call him by his name alone, there was a chance I could slip up and forget to use his title in the royal palace. I didn’t want to jeopardize my disciple’s efforts while he was working so hard to rule an entire country. Still...

“Hmm, I suppose I could when no one else is around,” I said.

“Please do! I don’t like that I’m the only one you call by my title. So when we’re meeting informally, just use my name, okay?”

“All right, all right. So what brings you here?”

“I was missing you so much that I decided to come here incognito to see you. I’ve been swamped with work, so organizing a formal visit would’ve taken forever,” he said.

“You’re standing out a lot for someone trying to be incognito...” I remarked, my gaze falling to his flashy outfit.

He was wearing a suit in all three primary colors, the fabric patterned in little marshmallows and moles hugging each other. The goopy arms coming out of the marshmallows’ sides were particularly artistic, I had to admit.

What wonderful fashion sense he has. But isn’t this outfit just a little conspicuous?

That beautiful face of his already made him stick out enough. In my opinion, while it didn’t matter too much here, he should be wearing more subdued outfits when he wanted to travel in disguise, especially to densely populated areas. Such a lovely outfit would make every head turn, after all.

Being king sure doesn’t sound easy. He can’t even wear the clothes he likes if he doesn’t want to attract too much attention.

Actually, now I was really looking at Flèche, I noticed he seemed a little tired, and I couldn’t help but worry. “Flèche, are you taking proper breaks? You don’t seem sick or anything, but you shouldn’t push yourself when you’re tired. Should I brew you some medicine?”

His face twitched for a split second before settling back into his usual calm expression as if nothing had happened. “Master’s medicine... It’s been a while,” he said fondly. “Back then, my body was too weak to handle it without fainting. I loved your cooking, but your potions all had such a stimulating flavor that even I was able to taste them.”

In his past life, Flèche had often been ill due to his excessively large mana pool, and I frequently had to prepare medicine for him. I didn’t recall ever giving any of them a “stimulating flavor,” though...

“I only ever gave you proper restorative medicine, though. I even made them sweeter since you were a child... The taste should have been pretty mild,” I said.

“Ah, yes... You’re right. I probably remember it wrong.” He cleared his throat lightly and looked up at the sky, seemingly wanting to add something but deciding against it.

I led him to a bench in the garden and took a seat next to him. The sun still shone as bright as before, and time gently flowed by.

How tranquil. It’s hard to believe the Mercure estate used to be drab and dreary.

I stole a glance at Flèche.

He said he’s come here incognito to see me, but it seems that there’s more to his visit than he’s letting on.

Was there something on his mind he wanted to talk to me about? Ever since his past life as Glacial, he’d always hated asking others for help. He’d put up a front and endure his struggles alone until he had no choice but to turn to someone. I’d told him off for that bad habit countless times when I was Aurora.

But now, he’d come to find me. Wasn’t it proof that he’d grown up a little? Though perhaps it was the people from the castle and not me who’d prompted that change in him.

“What do you need me to do?” I asked.

“Marry me,” he replied, not missing a beat.

“I’m asking for the true reason you’re here.”

“But it is true that I want to marry you.”

“Flèche, I already have a husband. Bigamy is universally taboo, isn’t it?”

I searched through my memories of my earlier years. If I remembered correctly, the Motar Faith had been overt in their denigration of bigamy. My parents’ copy of the scriptures called the practice “immoral and shameful.”

But Flèche chuckled at my words, visibly amused. “Not in Lèvres.”

“What? No way...”

“I read through all the kingdom’s laws when I became king, and it clearly states that bigamy is legal. The Motar Faith was so critical of it that most people probably refused to practice it, though. But with the Faith gone, I was thinking it wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Of course, I would prefer to be your only husband—but alas.”

Regardless of whether bigamy was tolerated in Lèvres, the king’s wife couldn’t possibly have several husbands. That would be much too scandalous.

The people of Lèvres would never accept a bigamous queen. In the worst-case scenario, it could even tarnish Flèche’s reputation. Besides, I already have Char, and I view my disciples as my own children...

I had to decline Flèche’s offer. It would be better for the both of us. But I knew from experience that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. If anything, he’d likely get worked up, which would cause his mana to go out of control, freezing everything around us. I very much wanted to avoid covering the premises in ice; not to mention, it was dangerous.

So I decided to change the subject. “Flèche, could you tell me what truly brings you here?”

Not only did it seem safer, but I also really wanted to know why he’d come.

“Master, could I call someone over? It’ll be easier for me to explain if he’s here,” he said.

“Of course.”

“Thank you. I’m so sorry for showing up out of the blue and making you deal with all this. This is the only time I could make work.” His shoulders drooped.

It seemed that something truly was up.

“Don’t worry about it. You just became king. I understand you’re busy,” I reassured him.

“To be honest, I didn’t want to drag you into this mess, but I couldn’t think of anyone else who could handle the situation safely and efficiently.”

“Flèche, there’s no need to act so reserved around me. I’m your teacher. If you’re in trouble, I’ll do everything I can to help you. Besides, it’s thanks to you that we’re able to live here.”

“Thank you, master. I love you. I’m going to call over the man I told you about earlier, okay?”

With that, Flèche summoned the man with magic. The spell he’d used allowed the caster to teleport someone else to a location of their choosing. It was a large-scale spell that...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 12.1.2026
• Reihe/Serie: The Countess Is a Coward No More! This Reincarnated Witch Just Wants a Break
• Illustrationen: TCB
• Übersetzer: Bérénice Vourdon
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Contract Marriage • Light Novel • Nobility • OP protagonist • Reincarnation • revenge • role reversal
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-9180-3 / 1718391803
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-9180-2 / 9781718391802