Unlike Caria, Fialaat-la-Borgograd does not carry too much passion in her body.

　Rather, he keeps all of his emotions deep in his heart, and on a moment's notice, they burst forth in the form of dark emotions. That's the kind of person I was.

　This nature had never changed, and Fialaert himself thought that it would never change, and he had no intention of changing it. He had no intention of changing it. It was not that inconvenient, and he had even accepted that it was just a part of his nature.

　It was supposed to be.

So, after all, you are but strangers to Lugis. Accumulating feelings in your hearts will only make you sinful.

　The moment he heard Alueno's words, Fialaat first felt his vision blur.

　At the same time, he felt a pain in his brain that made his skull pop. His head wobbled involuntarily. My breath was hot, as if it had turned into a flame.

　For a moment, Fialat couldn't tell what it was. He couldn't remember the last time his body had malfunctioned like this. And he hadn't had any problems until just now. And yet... What is this sudden shock that's hitting me?

　But before I could think about my current situation, the words came out. His lips moved naturally. It was the first time for Fialaat to have such an experience.

Saint Alueno, I'm glad you care. However, there is no need for such concern.

　Only his voice was strangely fluent. The voice was strangely fluent, as if it was just saying the words as a function, with no emotion in it.

　My lips selfishly formulated the words, even though my mind was still completely unorganized. It's as if it's necessary.

　In response to Fialaert's words, Alueno's eyebrows wavered. Just a little, just a little.

What does that mean?

　Fialaert's words ate up the question that had been asked. It was then that Fialaert finally began to understand the nature of the emotions that were stirring within him and trying to take shape.

I have made an important contract with Lugis, one that no stranger could have made. He is no longer a stranger to me. I should take full responsibility for what he has done.

　The thing that took shape in my chest. It was unmistakable outrage.

　Oh, no, that's not a very good way to describe it. This feeling is not easy to describe with such cheap words as indignation, rage, anger, and so on.

　This woman, this woman who calls herself a saint, said that she and Lugis are just strangers. Well, that may indeed be what she, Saint Alueno, sees. In fact, it would be more of a problem for her to have a relationship with him, who is called a great sinner.

　However, no matter what disadvantages might befall him, Fialaat could not tolerate that word alone.

　Lugis is nothing but an ideal for Fialaat. A man of lead like himself, he reaches for the gold, and though he crumbles, he does not stop. The sight of him is so painful. As I stare at his back, my heart is always palpitating and anxious.

　Oh, if I could, I'd make him stop walking and we'd run away together. But he won't let me do that, and he keeps moving forward.

　That's why Fialaat is here. Lugis is the reason I'm here.

　It's no lie that we made a contract. The vow we once made in Garou Amalia. That contract is still alive here. Because the contract will only be broken when the request to Lugis is completed. And that request is still in abeyance. I heard from Herdt that Lugis said so himself.

　Then the contract is still alive. As long as I don't declare the request complete and dissolve everything, there is an unbreakable bond between me and Rougis. That's right, a bond that entwines our souls.

　Just the thought of it almost drowned Fialaat's heart in euphoria. This is a contract of the soul that neither Caria nor the Elven Queen has. And I have made it with Lugis. I will not dissolve it forever. I'll never let it go.

　Even if Lugis turns his back on you, his soul is still bound to you.

　The saint in front of me trampled on us, the people who made that contract, as if we were strangers. It is not something that can be forgiven.

I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've heard of it.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It was not long before it returned, but Fialaert saw that the expression on his face had indeed become distorted.

　It was as if the air in this room was frozen now. Every breath felt heavy. But even in the midst of all this, Fialaat's passion refused to disappear.

"-Madam Alueno, for a moment. You may continue your conversation. But there is one thing I would like to ask you first.

　The first person to speak in this somewhat tense atmosphere was the Lord Mordo-Gorn.

　The good-natured smile that had appeared on his face a moment ago was no longer on his face. It was the unmistakable face of the Lord of Belle Fain. I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

"...... I have some concerns as well. In the event that the great sinner Lugis really stays in this Belle Fane, I will send a few private soldiers to capture him.



　From the way he spoke, it seemed that what Mordor had in mind was more than just superficial. Of course, he was thinking of devotion to the saint, of making a name for himself, and so on. But there was something more to it than that, something else he was plotting.

　Fialaat was more than a little skeptical, but still, those were the exact words that Fialaat and Kalia were trying to get out of him. No big deal, then.

But I need to be sure. "But I want to be sure. I want to be sure that the person who invaded this city is, without a doubt, a great sinner.

　I don't know how to convince you of this. Fialat's eyes twinkled. A few strands of black hair crossed his vision.

　It is impossible to say that he knows, because he is one of us. I'm not sure what you're talking about.

　In the event that you have any questions regarding where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. If he did, his movements would naturally be noticed by the heraldic spies who have infiltrated Belle Fain, and it would be pointless to deploy a small private army that would not be noticed.

　And if they find out, it will be impossible to establish a relationship with the heraldry. It would be impossible to even give them a glimmer of hope that a relationship could be established. If that happens, the very work that Belfain is doing will disappear like a bubble.

　From the standpoint of the heraldry, it is something to be desired, and the introduction of private soldiers is also necessary in order to hunt down Lugis.

　Fialaat understood this very well. Lugis doesn't care about me now. Rather than relying on me, she didn't even speak to me when I went to Belle Fane.

　Oh, so there was no point in hesitating anymore, Fialaat understood.

　If Lugis doesn't care about me, if he isn't even aware of me, then let's put me in his consciousness so that he won't forget me. Plant the seed so that I am his stronghold. Just as I can't get away from him, he can't get away from me. Easy, I have the greatest weapon of all.

　--Don't worry, Lugis. I'll never do anything to your disadvantage. I will make you absolutely happy. So don't give up on me.　I won't give up on you no matter what.

　And for that. We have to move Mordor now, right here, right now, no matter what. The moment Fialaert's lips were about to open after forming the words in his head.

"Yes, I've seen it with my own eyes. That must be Lugis the Great Sinner. Mr. Moldow, please make sure that he is taken into custody.

　The saint Alueno, with a smile of compassion, echoed a clear voice.