Agat Ram's illicit mithril distributed in the earth. The mithril weapons used by the Night Ripper - and the remains of the scene of the murder of that man. It turns out that all of these mithril weapons contain the same impurities.

　The person who understood what that statement meant before anyone else was none other than Garnett.

　The eyes that widened were tinged with passion beyond astonishment, and both shoulders and clenched fists were shivering in small increments.

　Valentine didn't care about Garnett's indignation and continued to talk about the facts in a matter-of-fact manner.

The impurities in Mithril are not due to inexperience in refining technology. It's a deliberate attempt to sell the product with a moderate reduction in performance, and in the case of the Night Ripper, it's because he blackmailed his customers into producing it. But the ingredients of the artificial impurities were matched: ......
It was all part of the same organization. That's what you're saying. Saves me the trouble of taking down the Norsemen.

　Garnet squeezes out a voice that is even filled with murderous intent.

　The last piece of the complex puzzle that he had intended to find out from the Demon General Norzuri - that was now spoken from Valentine's mouth.

　He knew from the beginning that the organization that was illegally distributing the contraband Mithril and the organization that killed Garnet's mother were both 'Agart Ram'.

　The fact that the existence behind the "true enemy" and the Night Ripper, who repeatedly murdered in the capital, and the "true enemy" who defeated the demon king's army and drove them to the upper levels of the dungeon, was also considered almost certain based on the various information that had been uncovered so far.

　--The two existences share a rare metal called "Mithril" as their common denominator.

　The hypothesis that they were the same tissue would be an easy one for anyone to imagine.

　But until now, there was no basis for it.
　Although both Garnett and I had an idea in our heads, we couldn't pull it out of our minds beyond a mere fantasy, and it was buried under one of the many hypotheses.

　But the testimony Valentine presented was clear enough to connect the two.

　If the composition of the substances mixed in the process of processing matched, we should assume that they were processed in the same place or by the same tissue.

　There is no such thing as a common standard in Mithril that says 'this impurity should be put in'.

'The people who killed your mother are going to burn the town down and kill humans, aren't they?　...... in front of me!　Oh yes!　Right in front of me!　Just like that time!

　Garnet screams as her throat splits open, her well-formed face contorted like a menacing beast, her claws clenching against the chest of her clothes.

　There is a small old wound there.
　The unforgettable mark where the cutting edge of the blade that stabbed through the mother who sheltered the young Garnet, snatched and tore at the faint flesh and blood.

'You ...... bastard ......!

　Despite the intense hatred stirring his heart, Garnett was not about to run away from this place and throw himself into the fight.

　--I can't do it. I can't do it. When we finally get to the end, I probably won't be able to worry about them.

　After saying those things, I grit my teeth and clench my fists, resisting the urge that must have come up from the depths of my stomach.

　I don't have the right to ask the reason for that.

　The person who has held her here is none other than myself.

　I'm sure the existence of the person you are obligated to protect has become a firm fetter.

'The white wolf ...... ole me ......!
"Garnett.

　Gently placing a hand on her trembling shoulder.

　With just that, I felt the strength caged in Garnett's thin body release.

''Let's go. Let's stop those guys.''
...... Luke.

　The words that came out of my mouth naturally were not an order to act without me, but a word to fight with me.

　I was carrying my true feelings with me, even if I didn't know what I was talking about.

　I've been told that I'm not a good fighter and that I should stay in the rear, but before my tongue was even dry, I said I was going to jump into the middle of the danger.

　Garnett seemed unable to catch up with his understanding at first, but he quickly clenched his fists tightly and nodded vigorously with a warlike expression on his face.

　Not with a face full of hatred and rage as before, but with the same fearless and nice smile that he had worn many times before when he had faced danger and threats with me.

'Ah!　Let's go!

　But of course, Mark interrupts me in a great hurry.

''Duh, Commander!　What are you talking about?　It's dangerous!
Sorry, Mark!　I leave it to you to help Sir Ulysses!　If you think you're in danger, get out of there right now!

　I felt strangely light-hearted and light-hearted, perhaps because I had spoken my true feelings without pretense.

　What's the matter with me?
　Deep in my heart, I too wanted to help Garnett make his wish come true.

　After skipping instructions to Mark to go to the lakeside immediately, I ran off towards the Great Capitol building, shoulder to shoulder with Garnett.










'What the hell, really!　He's always been so selfish, that guy!

　Mark sent a full-blown curse in the direction they had run off in, relieving some of his exasperation before he decided to leave the place as instructed.

　He didn't want to be in a place like this without orders.
　Even if the enemies around us have already been swept away.

　Since Ulysses' boat can always escape to the lake, it is safer to go to the lakeside in all likelihood.

'Yes. Uh, ...... Sir Valentine.
'There's no need for Sir. I gave up my knight's title as soon as I became incapacitated, you know.
...... I don't know the details of the situation, but I know you added fuel to the fire. All you wanted to do after you tricked us was to goad Lord Garnett like that?

　It's worth asking, even if it means delaying the withdrawal to the lakeside.
　No, it was necessary. Mark was sure of that.

　If he just wanted to tell them that, there would have been no harm in leaving it to the real Lord Ambrose.

　In other words, this man's purpose was different.
　The reason why he wanted to pretend to be Lord Ambrose and step into this land even if it meant deceiving their own eyes.

'Well, it's hard to explain it succinctly: ......

　Valentine made a gesture of lifting his gaze, moving his head, hidden by the hood and front droop, with the ease of small talk, as if he were making small talk.

'You can tell Garnett this later. I was in that place that day, and it was O(⋅)front(⋅)they(⋅)weren't(⋅) ....... If you think it's OK to talk about it, I'm sure you can tell us more about it.

　When he thought he had told a one-sided story that wasn't an answer at all, Valentine kicked off the ground and leapt.

　Then, as lightly as if a puppet were being pulled up by a string, his heavily clothed body landed on the branches of a large tree.

　The leap was repeated several times in rapid succession, and Valentine quickly disappeared into the depths of the smoldering black smoke city.

...... A body that can't move very well or something, that's definitely not true. ......

　It was only less than ten seconds in time.

　Mark, the only one left here, could no longer do anything but mutter in dismay.