Agathe Ram - the moment the name came up on the dwarf master's lips, Garnett, without me having time to stop him, crowded up to him like he was about to grab him by the chest.

'Hey you!　What did you just say?!
What? You're not making any sense.
'I did say that!　It's Agart Ram!

　The dwarf master is pushed back by Garnett's too much swordplay, but glares back at him with a minimum of stubbornness.

　I immediately stepped in between the two of them and pushed the toothy, feverish Garnet down with my arm.

　I could feel Garnett's body trembling from the slightest touch of my arm.

　His body is trembling with tearing rage, and he clenches his fists so hard that his claws dig into his palms, desperately resisting the urge to assemble the dwarf in front of him and make him vomit right now.

　The sound of breath escaping from between his tightly clenched teeth was like that of a beast in front of a foreign enemy.

''I'm sorry. I'll keep the details under wraps, but there is an organization on earth that calls itself Agat Ram, and his flesh and blood have fallen victim to it as well.

　I knew from the beginning that Garnett would not be able to keep her cool when she got a clue about Agart Ram one day.

　He is a grudge enemy who took his mother's life in front of her young eyes.

　At that time, I knew I had to deal with it calmly on her behalf, and Garnett herself would understand that.

'Even on earth?　Jesus Christ: ......
Can you tell us what happened at ......?

　I didn't miss the mixture of sympathy and pity in my master's voice, and I urged him to tell me what happened.

'I'm sorry if I gave you any hope, but I only know his name too. I once found a rare mithril in this hierarchy. My son led a bunch of young fellows down there to get it.

　The dwarven master's deep wrinkled face took on a pensive look.

'As it turns out, ...... all of them have been killed. Mithril, who should have been found, is also missing. One of them was the only one who was still breathing until he was brought back ...... and when I asked him who did it to him, he just said Agart Ram,

　I listened to my master, unable to say anything.

　I'm not very good at it, but I don't have the air to interrupt.

I've been told by the administrator that it's the language of some demon tribe and it means 'silver arm' or something like that. It's not the language of the demon tribe in this hierarchy, and I don't even know if it's an individual name or a group name. Whether it's the avenger of that little boy or not, it's very, very ......
No, thank you. And I'm sorry to hear that you're having a tough time.
Don't worry about it. It's all right.

　The dwarven master's testimony was far from definitive information.

　So it didn't mean much?　--the answer is no.

　The proof is that Garnett is not disappointed, but rather is storing up resentment even more strongly.

　The mere possibility that Agart Ram may have been active in some way in this hierarchy could be a valuable clue to Garnett of a grudge foe who had never been able to catch a tail before.

'......, but hey.

　The master looked in turn at Garnett, who was being held back by me, Ezell, who was giving me a worried look, and Eddie, who was confused by the drastic change in the air.

　Then, running a hand over his lush beard, he thrust Ezell back with the Ivarti's treasure sword.

You can't go on a tour of the workshop without getting comfortable. It's a good idea to change the day.
'I'm sorry, but let me do that. Now that I know, I can't help but move.
Well, good luck with that. If you ever get in a fight with this Agat Ram, cut him down to size with your sword. I'll be very happy about that.

　With that, the dwarf master turned on his heel and returned to the workshop.

　Unexpectedly, he had obtained traces of Agat Ram's activities in the second level of the unexplored dungeon "Ark of the Elements".

　The place where we would be able to obtain further information about it would still be where the administrator, Fraxinus, is.

　We had decided, without anyone else - even though it was still some time before the promised sunset - to turn back to the point where we were to meet up with Sakura and Noir.










　-- it was not long after Luke White Wolf's group had left the dwarven living quarters and Sakura and Noir had left the human living quarters.

　In the reception room in the human living quarters, someone directed high-handed words at Algernon, who was supposed to be a council member.

'Algernon. What the hell is that supposed to mean?　I would have ordered no one inside the outer walls.
We've talked about this before.　We owe Siranui-Claude a debt of gratitude that he can't possibly repay. You can't face Siranui after the pickup comes, if you've hindered her.

　Algernon cowered his shoulders in the same manner as usual.

　The other person who glared uncomfortably at his movements - it was the girl who called him 'Algernon-sama' and tried to turn him away with Sakura and Noir.

'Owe?　I wonder if you don't understand the ...... situation, which is utterly ludicrous. All of your initiatives are going to end up being inadequate, aren't they?　And yet you invite uncertainty into your own life.
Can't help it, can we?　You didn't expect Gandalf's army to be defeated by humans and return home. Including the fact that the human pursuers have come so far.
I'm not going to deny .......

　The girl ruffled her hair in a gesture that was disproportionate to her young appearance, and sat down at the reception room table - not on a chair, but rudely sitting down on the top board and crossed her legs, which were wrapped in white tights that covered her skin.

'But the sun has been taken back, and the demon generals don't seem to be biting into our 'food'. If they had noticed the poor girl and attacked her, it would have been just a good cover for our main objective.
I told you against it. The only people left in the town are the ice and fire-using generals, so they won't fall for the obvious traps, unlike the wind users.
Yes. So I won't hold you responsible for this one.

　The girl took one look at Algernon with a cold gaze and then said coldly.

'But if we don't, it will all fall apart. Algernon. I order it on my authority here. You are to suspend your operational preparations as of now and proceed to the second phase of the operation at sunset.
'It's too early!　And we're in a situation where we have two A-rated people sitting around!
"You are resigned to achieving all of your operational objectives. Focus all your energies on achieving your top priority objective. In that case, the status quo will suffice.
......cch.

　Despite the blatant tongue lashing, Algernon did not utter any further rejection or rebuttal.

　It was now clear to everyone that the real power relationship between the two sides was evident in this series of exchanges.

　Algernon was just about to leave the room in silence when Brann, trembling like a small animal, cowered into the reception room, hugging his empty left sleeve.

'Is there no more noir ......?'
...... Yes, the man on earth who was looking for you is gone. Come on, Bran.

　In a voice that sounded like she was petting and comforting a cat, the girl called Bran over and made him crouch down in front of her, sitting at a large table.

　Then the girl let Bran remove his hood and began to gently stroke the painful mark on the left half of his face with a thin gloved hand.

'Poor Bran. Hunted by the humans and hunted by the dark elves, you are nowhere to be found. Neither of them will tolerate a traitor, I'm sure. I doubt they would even kill you easily.

　Algernon glared contemptuously at the girl who whispered sweetly and gently to Bran, and then left the parlor without saying a word.

'But don't worry, my dear. I've told you many times before, we will accept you. When this mission is over, I will ask the Creator to make you a beautiful silver arm as well. I'm not going to be able to get a real arm that works just like a real arm. So please ...... lend me a little more help, okay?