Send him in. Be polite.

　An attendant leaves the door at the direction of His Majesty, and a few moments later, the door is opened with a voice announcing the arrival of the invited guests.

　Then a beautiful looking High Elf woman appears, accompanied by several elven attendants.

　She is a member of a small community of northern nations that refused to follow the Westland Kingdom - Eir Sethroomnir, a councilor of the Northern Trees Union and the High Elf of the dungeon that exists in that land, the Chalk Fairyland.

　A living witness to history, who lived on earth before the fall of the ancient magical civilization and was friends with Alphasul and the young Demon King Gandalf in his lifetime.

'It's good to see you, Your Majesty King Alfred. It's a pleasure to be here.

　As Senator Eil finished his greetings as befits a public figure and sat down in the visitor's chair that had been prepared beforehand, the slender, tall elven attendants stood around him as if protecting their Lord.

　The person himself smiled with a relaxed smile, but the attendants were wary of their surroundings with a serious look on their faces, indicating that they did not trust us.

It's nice of you to come all the way here. I'm sure you have plans to attend the party as a senator, so let's just get straight to the point here, shall we?
Yes, I shall. The complicated diplomatic negotiations will have to wait until tomorrow. ...... The story about the 'Ark of the Elements' will be discussed right here and right now, when the person chosen by Alfazul is here: ......

　The Kingdom of Westland and the Northern Tree Alliance.

　This is an important person from two countries that once fought a war and now have a bendy peace relationship.

　I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to be there, but the topic of conversation is so hot that it's unlikely I'll be allowed to leave the room.

　And more importantly, I have no small amount of personal history with Senator Ayre.

"Luke of the White Wolf Forest...... excuse me, Lord Luke White Wolf, you might want to say which side of the Westland soil you've stepped on,
''Because the seal on the information you put on my right eye to cover up about the ancient magical civilization has yet to be broken. Considering what kind of trap is being planted, we had no choice but to maintain the status quo.

　That was right after Hild was dispatched to the White Wolf Knights.

　When we tried to investigate the Right Eye of Wisdom with Hild's magic and knowledge, Hild and I, and the garnet we were in, were dragged into a virtual space that seemed to be a recreation of a city of an ancient magical civilization.

　What awaited us in the deepest part of the space was a mental body that could be called "Senator Eil's alter ego," which was planted in us when we met Senator Eil just before we met him in order to make us lose the information we saw and heard in the virtual space from our memories.

　He won the battle against his alter ego and succeeded in escaping from the virtual space with all the things he had experienced in the virtual space memorized, but his last bad step had left a seal that prevented him from ever entering (or accessing) the virtual space again.

'I apologize for being violent. But that was a necessary step. There is too much information in Alphasul's memory that no one on Earth should know yet.

　What a gallantry to look up.

　It would take a very brazen nerve to be able to not feel bad in such a situation.

　Maybe it's the mentality of a high elf who has lived for so many years that it's almost uncanny.

''We'll bring that up later tomorrow. Senator Sesshomnir Union. We'll have to talk about the Ark of the Elements first.
'Excuse me. First of all, Fraxinus, the arboreal dryad, is an old friend of mine. He ...... is a hermaphrodite, so it is a convenient name for him, but I will say that I trust the information I get from that tree man (dryad) anyway.

　Administrator Fraxinus.
　He is the founder of the neutral city (Athropolis) that exists on the second level of the dungeon Ark of the Elements, which was a receptacle for demons that escaped the control of the privileged class of the third level, and a powerful arborealist (dryad) who transformed his own body to create the island where the city is located.

　Most of the information we got on the Ark of the Elements was based on the knowledge we got from that demon tribe.

''Those led by Alfazul, including me, have taken numerous steps to avoid the destruction of the ancient magical civilization and to ensure the survival of the civilization as the next best thing.

　The reception room fell silent as if it had been struck by water, and everyone listened closely to what Senator Eil had to say.

And in Alfazul's masterpiece, the Ark of the Elements, three of us will be the remaining three demon tribe members who will be responsible for managing and operating it. You may already know the breakdown: ...... Flaxinus the Tree Man (Dryad), Gandalf the Dark Elf, and Ivaldi the Dwarf.

　The information that had been given to us by Fraxinus before, and which had remained uncorroborated and half-believed, was corroborated by Senator Eil's testimony, one after the other.

　It seems that Senator Eil also realized that we were seeking information via Fraxinus, and without any pretense of confirming our response, he continued to state the information without any hesitation.

'This may have been heard from Fraxinus as well, but just in case, let me also tell you this from my own mouth. It is a group of autonomous dolls that call themselves Agart Ram, but ...... we do not know what they are.

　The affirmation is so undeterred that it even seems to be convincing to a certain extent just by itself.

'Fraxinus was a quality(s) not interested in mechanical technology, so he may not have been able to provide accurate information. So let me assure you. There is no such thing as an automatic doll with an ego in the ancient(ish) age of demonic(ish) law(ish) and literature(ish) and clarity(ish).

　I was struck by the feeling that a major premise was crumbling under my feet.

　Even if it was beyond the level of modern technology, it was something that would make sense if we thought of it as a relic of an ancient magical civilization.

　But to Agart Ram, the automatic dolls we've fought over so many times, that explanation doesn't hold up.

Even in ancient magical civilizations, 'personalities' could not be created artificially. ...... Is this understanding correct?

　His Majesty Alfred opens his mouth gravely.

''Yes. There have been researchers in those fields, but while they could make autonomous decisions under certain conditions, they were very poor reproductions of personalities. But ...... if such a thing exists, I have an idea who created it.

　And Senator Eil also continued to speak with a serious look on his face, as if he were about to take on a major issue.

'Ivaldi the Dwarf. Perhaps he is the one who created the automaton, if he is still alive today - he must be the one who leads Agart Ram.