When the old men were done rusting off, Val went back to his home with Meena.

'How did those three look from Meena's point of view?'

　She didn't answer right away, but first confirmed.

''Were those three people the top three of the previous Yagami Akira?''

'Yes. Now that's me, Meena, and Claude, as they say.

　Val replies.
　Jurgen, the God of Destruction, Zelgius, the Water God, and Ordovine, the Storm Emperor, were the names of reliable heroes to the Imperials, and even the names of demons that were more terrifying than anything else to other nations.

''I felt that all three names were weaker than Claude. I guess it's as good as Ingway. I don't know if it's a blank or if it's a decline due to your age.''

　Mina is reserved in her assessment, probably due to the presence of Val's mentor Jurgen as well.

'Probably both,'

　Val said his prediction.

'No matter how many of those people are in their prime, they won't stay in their prime forever. From the point of view of the long-lived elves, it will only be as fleeting as a moment.

　Meena silently lowers her eyes.
　As if to escape the reality that even he would be old and decrepit one day.

'Well, if you're as good as Yngwie, you'll be good enough to teach at the Academy.

　Val concludes that.
　Both of them don't have any doubts about whether they are still capable of the Eight Divine Light level in their old age.

'Don't you think about doing it, Meena, instructor?

　Meena answers his question once and for all.

'I don't think I'm cut out to be the one to teach someone. I'm not the type of person who can't understand why I can't.'

I see.

　Val was convinced.
　If her self-assessment was to be believed, then she certainly did not seem qualified to teach.
　He thought it would be a bad idea for someone unqualified to be involved in an institution that was intended to train the elite.

''I've heard that the other two are unaccounted for, are you sure you want to leave them alone?

　Meena asks the question.
　If you are a former Eight Divine Brilliance, you have the right to refuse a request even if it's from the Emperor if it's not urgent.
　The reason Jurgen and the others responded was because they read deeply into the situation, "Is there going to be a serious situation?" and it's no wonder that those who received the letter didn't respond.

''It can't be helped, since we're not obligated to tell them where we are, or to respond to the summons, both. I'm grateful that Master, Zelgius-sama and Ortovine-sama have responded. Perhaps His Majesty was only going to let Master convince me to do so, though.

　Val tried to anticipate the emperor's true intentions.
　The emperor would have thought that if he told him what was going on, at least Jurgen would come to him.

''The emperor would at least think about that. Maybe he actually knows where the rest of the former Eight Divine Lights are, too.''

　Meena whispered and he nodded with a serious face.

'Yes. That seems likely. If not, I might at least be able to make a guess as to where we are.'

　You don't say anything because you don't need to yet.
　Val and Meena decided to take it upon themselves to interpret the situation.

'By the way, it doesn't look like we've made much progress with the elves and the dispatch of emissaries either.

　'I'm sorry,' Val cuts in suddenly.

I know. Elves are inevitably more carefree than humans.

　Meena confides the situation in a dumbfounded way.

'Shall I tell her to consider a little more human sensibilities?

That would be great.

　Val replied.
　It was an exchange that made it sound as if nations handled each other's problems on their own.
　When dealing with elves, it would be quicker to talk through Meena, because it was unspokenly agreed that if they were going to talk to Meena, it would be best for Bal to tell her.

(I wonder if that's true.)

　'I'm not going to change,' thought Val, a relatively sensible man, 'but the emperor and the elves are aware that it's not a problem.

'Would it be quicker for me to say it? ''With the permission of His Majesty.''

Perhaps it would be best if Master Val could speak to them directly. Those men would be as lazy as slackers from the point of view of Master Val.

　Meena rubbed down her compatriot as she ministered.

'That would be an exaggeration. Different races have different rhythms, of course, and there's nothing you can do about it.'

　It's not so much that Val is generous as that she is spiteful to her fellow man.