It was noon on the following day when the group, led by King Arnold, arrived in Radshausen.

　He was greeted at the gate by Patrick, the present King of Radshausen.
Next to him was his wife - Alice.

'Father....'

　At the sight of his father, who was supposed to be dead, Patrick dropped to his knees in place from relief.

'Thank you for the welcome, my king.

You're kidding...

　It was the first conversation between father and son in a long time.

　The people were gathered in the main street of the royal city.
　Each didn't realize it was the king at first, but it wasn't long before they cheered.

　Greeted by loud cheers, Arnold rode his horse down the alley.
　At the end of the alley, there was a castle that he had missed.

'Sierra, you're back.

　Beyond the open gates of the royal castle - down the grand staircase - was Sierra's figure.

''It's good to see you back safely, Your Majesty,''

"You're already retired, not Your Majesty.

　But Arnold noticed.
　The air of sloppy affairs wafting from Patrick, Alice and Sierra.
　Each of them did not look pale.
　There was a funny pause in the conversation.

'What do you mean, what's going on?

'Father, first to the throne. We'll talk to you there, it's an urgent matter.

　When Arnold walked through the gates of the throne, it was like a meeting place.

　The kings of the small kingdoms scattered across Bannome.
　A group of dragon hearts that were supposed to have unilaterally broken their alliance.
　Demon King Lucius and his group.
　Zephyr, Khalifa, and Adolf's former dragon heart group.
　Minerva, the Beast King, and his bodyguard, Kayu.
　Minerva has come as the lord of Anor Feria, an autonomous region founded by the late William Vector and others to make the Masamune king.

　After seeing the hall for the first time in a long time, Arnold slowly walked towards the center of the room.
　He was tucked into a nostalgic atmosphere.

　He suddenly saw a disheveled man sitting in a chair by the window.
　Arnold didn't recognize him immediately, but after a moment he realized who it was.

'Schneizel, is it........'

　There was once a Feng King who had abandoned his country and disappeared - Schneizel Dames Aldan.
　Now he seemed to be an old man.

''Oh, Arnold, oh, oh... it's been a long time since I've seen you...''

　His burnt cheeks moved slowly and he heard an unreliable voice.
　Arnold approached gently and took his hand.

'It's been a long time, brother,'

'Arnold, do you still call me brother, or do you still call me this way when we are not even related by blood?

Of course.

"...hmmm. Not bad. There's nothing more I can do. I didn't want to see you anymore. I was just going to sleep in secret. But now I know. I now know why my son died, why the country fell apart overnight.

What do you mean?

Listen to me, my dear.

　Schneizel looked at Ichijo standing in front of the throne.

'That young man?'

　But I knew immediately that it wasn't a single article that Schneizel was looking at.
　For there was a young child next to him.
　A child whose expression showed no sign of a child at all.
　Arnold immediately sensed the strangeness of the situation.

'Looks like they've gathered,'

　Even the tone of voice was not that of a child.

'What about you?'

　By that time, Arnold already did not consider the child in front of him to be a child.

'You are Arnold Radshausen, aren't you? Wait a moment for the questions. I will introduce myself and explain everything to you.

Okay.

　To Arnold it was a feeling that was hard to explain.
　He respected the child in front of him without even knowing it himself.
　Much more so than when he spoke to another king.

　The children gathered in the hall and announced.

'--will you pay attention?'

　His voice was thorough for a child.
　There was no sign of the magic he had waited for around him.

My name is Adams. "My name is Adams, and I am the creator of the world, known as Adams Lad Polyplexia.

　The room buzzed at his words.
　Some remained as calm as Arnold, while others couldn't see what a child that was.
　All of them belonged to the kings of the little kingdom.
　All they want to know is what they were gathered for, and that's all they want to know.

''My name is Yukimura Ichijo, a hero summoned by Greberg six years ago!

　At the sound of Ichijo's voice, the one that had been smiling coldly turned around.

"Here is Master Adams, whom you have revered since ancient times. He has come to your rescue by order of an observer. If you don't want your people's prosperity to end here, listen to him!

　What the hell are you talking about--.
　I'm not sure if I'm right.
　The small kings soon stopped laughing at the appearance of the unidentified yuan around them, who did not change their expressions at all.
　Lucius, Heart of the Dragon, Zephyr and others were not laughing at all.

''I don't know where to begin.......even with the Eightfold King. That is just one of the nets I have put in place across the continent to make the abyss easier to find. But the mundane world is not easy for the Elf King, either. It's not going to work.

　We all listen to the story told in a young voice.