The bar is enveloped in silence.
　At Ilze's words, the customers in the bar wait and see.
　Ray, who was here, was just as quiet as the rest of the guests.

"Why... why don't you understand? Revenge is meaningless. You don't understand that, do you?"
"Well, it may be meaningless. But who decides that? It's not Melan at least. It's up to me to decide it."
"So! Why do you say that? People's lives can't be taken away by that!"
"... That's strange. I don't think Mr. Meran has ever killed anyone, especially Gilm, as an adventurer, and there are many robbers everywhere."
"That's it. Thieves are a race that causes trouble to others. I think it's inevitable to kill him."
"I think my revenge is the same in terms of causing trouble to others, but in fact, my family has been killed."

　Ilze couldn't understand the person in front of her.
　While saying that it is no good to kill an enemy, he says that robbers are harmful to others, so they can kill them.
　Melan's words only seem too contradictory.
　But Melan probably doesn't understand Ilze's question.
　With a disobedient look on his face, he looks at Ilze... and then Melan's gaze turns to Ray, as if he had just noticed something.

"You... Did you seduce Ilze by any chance? Or you wouldn't say this all of a sudden."
"No,"

　It was understandably Ilze that Ray had said so before denying Melan's words.

"Mr. Ray is helping me," But it's only because I asked you to do it. At least it's not like I'm being fooled by Ray."
"Maybe it's just Ilze's assumption, isn't it? Ray is going to use powerful magic, and there's a possibility that Ilze is using magic without knowing it."
"Stop insulting Mr. Ray. I've asked Ray to help me."
"But! Rey was there, so Ilze committed a meaningless act of revenge.

　You've come to think of doing it, didn't you?
　Melan tried to say so, but she couldn't finish the sentence.
　Ilze knocked on the table, interrupting Melan's words.
　Its strength and force are stronger than when Melan hit the table, and it sounds as if it were reverberating throughout the bar.
　It was an almost impossible sound that Ilze, whose physical abilities were several steps inferior to those of Melan, made.

"Shut up!"

　It's a cry that's different from Ilze's usual tone. ...no, angry voice.
　Feeling as if Ilze's green hair had spread out in an instant, Melan pauses breathlessly.

"Revenge may be an act of no consequence to you. But do you understand the suffering of innocent family members being taken away by other people's malice? If so, why don't you kill all your family members, friends, and lovers now? But if you insist that revenge is of no use, and that it will only make you empty, I will accept it."

　Ilze's expression on his face was undoubtedly serious.
　If Mellan had any more revenge... if he denied his conduct, Ilze would use any means to kill all those close to him.
　Even if Ilze is not strong enough, there are many ways for people to kill.
　You don't have to fight head on.

"... What are you talking about, Ilze? Why do you think so?"

　Melan, who had stopped thinking about Ilze's words because of the extremeness and abnormality of his words, exclaims at Ilze's words when he comes to himself.
　It's only natural that you kill someone close to you.

"Why are you so surprised? Isn't revenge meaningless? Then I think you can teach me that."

　Already, Ilze's tone toward Melan has no friendly colors, such as friendship or warmth.
　It's cold... that's the kind of look you'll see on the side of a stone.
　But Melan opens her mouth completely unaware of Ilze's gaze.

"That's too much!"
"But will Melan not take revenge on you if you do such a wild thing?"
"Don't be silly! In the first place, the assumptions are different. Don't let those who are already dead, and those who are still alive!"
"Oh, but you're not in the same position yourself, and you're just going to deny my conduct just because of your flimsy sense of justice?"
"Thin!"

　Mellan is at a loss for words, wondering if he thought he'd be so proud to criticize him.
　In response to Melan, Ilze fires a verbal arrow.

"That's all I can think of," Melan's words are flimsy and unconvincing. Also, if you say you are following your heart, it sounds good, but don't try to force others to do what you think is right. I can't hear your little words."
"Ilze... Are you really saying that? Is what I'm saying wrong?"
"No? Justice is justice in you, isn't it? Unfortunately, it just doesn't reach me. Moreover, they impose themselves on their own convenience without considering other people's convenience. I can see why you're not partying, and why you're a solo adventurer."

　Rey...and most of the people around him agree with Ilze's words without hesitation while looking at Melan.
　Some of them said they could agree with Melan's opinion, but it was only a minority.

"Why... why don't you know! You're saying that there's no point in imitating revenge!"
"...I'm sorry, but I don't know what to say to you anymore." Let's stop talking here. Besides, we have a lot of things to do, and we are not free enough to care about you."

　When I tell her that it's no longer a waste of time to talk to Melan, she stands up and looks at Ray.

"Mr. Ray, I'm sorry to have wasted your time. Let's get going."
"Are you ready?""Yes. It's meaningless to say anything to him... because I clearly understood that he was listening to me and not listening to me."

　At first glance, it looks like he's listening, and in fact, Melan is listening to Ilze.
　However, Melan has been talking conclusively from the beginning, so no matter what Ilze says, he won't listen to it.
　This understanding led Ilze to break off the conversation, deciding that it was no use dealing with Melan any longer.
　That'surely...

"Wait, Ilze! I'm not done yet! I'll talk until you give up on your revenge!"

　Melan was completely dissatisfied with Ilze's words.

"I'm sorry, but my words don't reach you. That being the case, we don't have to talk anymore."

　To Melan, Ilze tells it all.
　From the side, Ray stands up without showing any sign of concern, even though it would appear that his girlfriend was holding him back after he had broken up.

"Wait!"

　Melan screams at Ray.
　Melan unfortunately understood that his words could not stop Ilze.
　But... that's why Melan can't overlook Rey, who has driven Ilze into such folly as revenge.
　At Melan's words, Ray pauses for a moment... the next moment he thrusts a death-size blade out of the mistling into Melan.
　It took less than a second to take the death size out of the mistling as it swung, and to thrust the blade behind Melan's neck.
　Nevertheless, despite the fact that many tables and chairs were wielding long objects like death-size ones, none of them were damaged or anything.
　Now, if there were as many people as there were in the evening, there might have been some damage, but... it's still daytime, and there are few customers in the bar.
　That's probably why it was done.

"Slip!"

　Melan can only moan at the sudden thrust of her blade.
　If I were to say anything now... or act, I would certainly have understood the death-size blade which had been thrust at me when I made it known how sharp it was.
　There was no doubt that if Ray put a little effort into death size, Mellan's neck would roll in the sky.

"Don't sing any more. Ilze said it too, right? Your words are flimsy. No matter how hard you try to convey something, it doesn't reach you. What's more, he's the sort of person who imposes selfish justice on others."

　There is no friendly color in Ray's eyes, wearing the hood of his dragon robe.
　When I fought over Vichela -- in response to the challenge of Melan, who had fallen in love with Vichela at first sight -- I still had warm eyes on her, but now it's completely gone.
　No matter what Ray says to me, I can't go back to what I am today.
　It's because I understand that if I say it badly, it's literally my own life.
　At a glance at Melan, Ray keeps his death size in a mistling.
　Melan noticed that the blade behind her neck had disappeared, but she could still say nothing more.
　It was because I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere that came from someone smaller than me.
　I don't have the death-size symbol of Ray, but I never thought I could fight him and win.

"Well, that's about it after all."

　When the death size disappears, he doesn't open his mouth, and as I've said in a strong tone, he can't speak again.
　Seeing such a melan, Ray mutters a mixture of dumbfounded and disappointed, and leaves the scene.
　Ilze was watching a series of situations at the entrance of the bar and had nothing particular to say.
　Already in Ilze, Melan, who despised family revenge as meaningless, is no longer worth dealing with.

"I have nothing more to talk about when I am in danger. ... well, that's normal, but in your case, if someone like your family, friends, or lovers is killed, you're the type to force yourself to take revenge. That's why I conveniently forget that revenge I said earlier is meaningless."

　When Ray says so, Melan immediately tries to say something.
　But... something in Melan wouldn't allow Ray to deny it.
　Then Melan opens her mouth, but in the end she is silent and unable to say anything more.
　Either because he thought there was a point in Ray's words, or for other reasons... Mellan can't say anything.
　Ray finally glances at such a melan and heads under Ilze.

"You've wasted your time,"
"...that's right. No, I don't think it was necessarily useless to think that he had such a personality."

　Whatever Melan was going to say, Ilze had no intention of asking.
　Even knowing that, Ilze says, it was worth talking to Melan this time.
　Ray says nothing more about Melan, though it seemed like he was forcing himself to do so to convince him.

"But are you okay? You're in the same inn as Melan, aren't you?"
"Yes, there is no problem," Even if it's the same inn, you don't have to talk about it."

　As they chat, they leave the bar.
　However, those left behind in the bar were told what was going on and saw Ray wielding his death size, which made the atmosphere very delicate.

"Am I wrong? No, I can't be wrong. I'm supposed to be on the right track. But why couldn't you say anything to Ray? Well... well...

　In such a bar, Melan just muttered.