The Military Strategist Is About to Elope

I heard the Imperial Preceptor had picked up a mad, simple-minded child in a barren mountain outside the city. He snapped his little fan shut and rested it in his palm. How delightful! Since when had the Imperial Preceptor taken up the bad habit of picking things up? I might as well go see what the fuss is about. Who could have guessed that the child would look so familiar? Why, it was the Rakshasa girl who had once clung to my leg, crying and begging me to spare her.

Tsk, that girl sure is glib. She knows how to make the Imperial Preceptor happy, but then she just has to run off halfway through, causing chaos everywhere. Try as I might, I can't find her, and somehow I've gotten tangled up with someone else instead.

Just when I was at the end of my rope, a good Samaritan dropped out of the sky to help me. Before I could even celebrate, I learned this person had come looking for