Chapter Eighty-Three
The palace of Versailles was a beautifully crafted mansion surrounded by gardens filled with roses. However, the gardeners were hard at work removing said bushes, which was taking them quite a while considering the sheer amount of petals that drifted in the air. The scent of roses was thick in the air as the group, standing in formation, marched resolutely past the gates without much of a hitch.
The royal guards tensed to attention at Josette's passage, with Charlotte simply levitating past the gate rather than risk anything. They had to walk through the gardens rather than through the palace due mainly to the fact that the palace's doors had not yet been removed in their entirety.
"All Kings and Queens have a right to be mad," Louise muttered under her breath, "But to remove all doors from a palace? Think about the drafts."
"I do not suffer the cold, Louise," Charlotte said softly, having clearly heard her even when she was further ahead. Josette had already opened the door into what appeared to be the Queen's chambers, and as Charlotte easily levitated past it together with the rest of her knights, Louise simply muttered her Teleport spell, appearing right on the edge of the window.
Saito grabbed hold of Tiffania and jumped past the ledge, landing softly on the carpeted floor.
The room felt as if it had gone through a maelstrom, judging by the amount of sliced walls and ruined paintings. Most of the furniture had been broken and flung in a corner, cut into tiny pieces.
"Forgive the mess," Charlotte said. "The new furniture has yet arrive." There was no door on the other side of the room, and there wasn't even much of a doorway, only a smooth circular hole that went into the hallway.
Charlotte sat down on a lonely plush chair, and as she handed her cloak over to Bleu, who took it with a small bow, she clasped her hands together. "I assume you will be leaving without wasting a second?" Charlotte asked next, looking at Saito and Louise.
"Yes," Louise said with a curt nod. "Your Highness understands why we won't be stopping for the night."
"I see," Charlotte said with a sad wistful smile. "I do understand indeed. Very well then, I will be seeing you soon anyway," she added. "Be safe on your journey home, Lady Valliére, Lord Hiraga...and you too, Tiffania."
Louise unclasped her cloak from her shoulders, and folded it with a quick and practiced motion, "We'll be renouncing your Highness' knighting as well, as I am sure you will understand this too."
"Of course," Charlotte nodded. "I understand that too."
Saito imitated Louise, handing his cloak over together with hers. Derflinger stood atop the cloaks, as Saito had been given the sword during the time he had spent guarding Charlotte's way back, but now had no longer a need for it. Sure, a magic-eating sword was nifty, but he could feel Louise's glaring at the handle of it every single time her eyes fell by his belt. It was to a demure silence that they left the room, Josette being the one to accompany them out -through the no longer existing door- this time.
"We are going to need new cloaks," Louise said once they were out of the palace's gardens, and into the bustling streets of the city near the palace, filled to the brim with Lords and Ladies all going about their daily business with their noses firmly planted a few inches higher than others. "And you'll need a new sword."
"We could have waited one day," Saito hazarded. "Charlotte might have offered to call for a coach."
"I wouldn't trust a coach called by Her Royal Highness not to have a coachman ready to slice our necks in our sleep. If you want to return home with a coach, then we'd be better off paying for one out of our own pocket," Louise said briskly, starting to walk through the cobblestone street.
"Uhm," Tiffania said with a bit of hesitation, fidgeting with her fingers together. "If possible," she said as softly as she could, "Could we visit the nearby church? I want to see if Mister Marteau has arrived with the children safely," she added.
"I don't think they would have arrived already, but fine," Louise said with a scoff, even if she really wasn't bothered by it. "Let's head to the nearest church, and hope they've somehow managed to outrun a flying ship across land. If we make the trip back with more people, we'll be safer from bandits."
The church near Versailles was more of a cathedral than the small orphanage church Louise had lived for most of her life, and one of the priests there directed them to the actual orphanage run by the church that was found in the outskirts of the city, past the walls and just a short trip away into the countryside.
Thus, the first order of business became to acquire cloaks, swords, and refill their supplies. "We could have asked Charlotte-"
"Say that one more time and I'm making broccoli soup tonight," Louise said flatly, pointing a piece of jerky in Saito's direction, which made Tiffania giggle. "What's so funny?" Louise asked next, raising an eyebrow towards the girl.
"Oh-N-nothing," Tiffania said, shaking her head slowly.
"It's not nothing if you're giggling," Louise said once more, she narrowed her eyes, "You want broccoli soup too? Saito here thinks his taste is so much refined than mine-" she grumbled.
"No, no," Tiffania said hastily, "It's just...you both look so happy together, it's like you're newlyweds."
Both Louise and Saito stammered and yelped, turning crimson red on their faces.
"T-Th-That's possible!" Louise exclaimed, grumbling under her breath, but with a smile on her lips and a hand on her hip. "We are, after all, betrothed one to the other. Now, enough with this! We're wasting precious daylight. Let's move," but the skip on her step and the happy expression on her face fooled no one, and especially not Saito or Tiffania.
"I apologize," an old abbess spoke kindly, a small smile on her wrinkled face, "But we have yet to see them. We did receive word to expect a group of young orphans, but we haven't seen them yet," she added.
"See?" Louise said offhandedly, "I told you they'd still be on the road."
"I'm sorry I made you waste time," Tiffania said, apologizing to Louise and Saito. "I'm just worried. I've never left them out of my sight back in Albion-" she began, only for Louise to sigh.
"I know the feeling, I don't know what happened to my friends in the orphanage too, but I'm sure Father Christoff found them somewhere good to stay," Louise said, before bristling. "Well, thank you for your time, Abbess. We're sorry we wasted your time."
"It was no trouble at all, dear," the Abbess said.
Thus, the trio stepped onto the dirt road with the firm intention of heading back to Tristain by taking the long route.
"We could have asked Charlotte for horses," Saito said after the first few dozen of steps.
"Saito, say one more word about what we could have asked that girl, and I will plant my swordwand up your ass and make sure you like it."
"Lewd," Saito said. "Very lewd."
Louise spluttered. "W-What!? Th-There can't be people who like that! C-Can there...no!" she shook her head.
Tiffania simply giggled, the two such nice people she was sure her sister would love to know she had them as friends!
If only they weren't so hateful with Charlotte. The girl was such a nice and kind person, she had even provided her with a spare wand, since her own wasn't in the best of shapes.
Maybe she'd manage to put a good word in for the girl?
And if she did that, then she'd have her friends all happy with one another.
Happiness was important.
It kept the demons away, or so her mother had told her.