What do you think?　You still want me to watch?　The demon race over here is going to be bored out of their minds because of the bugs.

　Saying that, Jide turned his vision away from his surroundings.

　When Phil was caught up, he looked over and saw that most of the walls had collapsed and there were demons lying everywhere.

　Naturally, there were not a few who were caught up in it.

　But there were True Astaire followers, Sufi, and Soria working to rescue them.

　It was rather a minimal sacrifice, with Jade intervening.

　Seeing this, Phil's face is filled with astonishment.

　However, he quickly regains his mind and shakes his face from side to side.

'......!　You can go to ...... and keep your hands off me!

　Phil's voice has a lot of power.

　It's somewhat mean-spirited.

　But it's already ragged and lacking in spirit.

'Phil-sama has been hit!　Mr. Zay: ...... No, keep the traitorous Zay Fonde in check!

　Yousef is given the amount of free troops for the demon tribe that Jade defeated.

　Jade asks Phil when he has a little time to spare.

'Why are you being so mean to me? Do you like Thoria so much that you're blinded by her?

'....... Still, I owe Lady Soria a debt of gratitude: ......!

A favor?

...... When I was very young, the village I grew up in was burned to the ground. But I was saved by Lady Soria. From then on, I was by her side for a long time. I'm building up my strength to keep her light alive. ......!　And you've always been a part of Master Soria's ......!

　Jade's mouth drops to a single word as she is told this background so easily.

'You're jealous, aren't you?　She says she wants to stay with him forever. But that doesn't mean it would be worth it if you died.

I've been hearing about you from Lady Soria all the time at .......

You know about me?

　Jide's eyes widen a bit in surprise.

　Phil glanced over at Soria, who was still working on the rescue mission.

'...... you are the light,' he said. That's why Master Soria recommended Jide for the light of day.

　Phil gritted his teeth in frustration.

　He seemed to admit that the source of Soria's light was not with him, but with Zied, and his inner frustration was nowhere near as unworthy as it was.

'So, the Guild pulled me out of this?'

'I was supposed to come to the Order of the Holy Republic, but I refused to do so.

　Zito Phil looks at Jide.

　Jide chuckles at the jealousy for liking Soria so much.

'Do you hate me that much? 'I am,'

No, it's the other way around. There were other people in the guild who recommended you. That's why you went to the guild, and you're S-ranked.

'Surprisingly, you say. I thought you thought it was a position earned by flattery?

''I thought so. But your ability to defeat the demon race in such a short time must be real.

　Phil stumbles to his feet.

　He picks up a sword that was suitably close to him.

　But he didn't point the sword at Yusuf.

'I can't take care of Zay Fonde. You'll have to ...... admit that. You have to admit it.

　Phil's grip on the hilt tightened as the sword's blade trembled.

　It was bizarrely frustrating from her point of view.

　Still, she admitted.

　That Zied was better able to fight.

'Oh. Good job.

　Zied did not mischievously utter a single word, but only lightly.

　He labored over her mental and physical struggles. Even if it was pointless.

　Suddenly, Phil's mouth dropped open in a squirming motion.

'..................s......... ...was.

　Phil says in a small, raspy voice.

　His face is reddened.

'Hmm?　What did you say?

'I said I'm sorry!　I don't think they'll forgive the scattered disrespect and outbursts. However, I'm still ...... sorry. Besides, I got the guys who looked like your companions involved and took them down.

Oh, man. That was you.

　Zied reminded me of the state of Quena and Sheila.

　To begin with, there will only be a limited number of people good enough to beat those two, so they will tie up on their own.

'I needed to measure your strength because I thought you were ......

You're the one who needs to test your strength. You're freaking out, man.

I'm really sorry: ......

　Phil's slit eyebrows drooped as he spoke in acknowledgement. He had a look of sincere apology on his face.

　Jide scratches his head in a painful way.

I don't care about it. I don't care about it, I don't care about it. Save that apology for when you see them.

...... Huh, that's frustrating. When you can show that much difference in the vessel.

It's weird to hear that kind of praise all of a sudden.

Don't be creepy!　......, but I will always make a formal apology. I don't intend to be forgiven for this.

How can you be so high up in the world? And that's the weirdest thing about being a knight.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

　I've already settled the matter with the Knights of the Kingdom of Kuzeera and I've received the money I requested, but the girl who wants to give me something back.

I'm sure you'll be able to find it.

　Zid looks at Yusef as he snaps his fingers and looks at him.

　Yousef is dusting off the knights who are still scrambling to defeat them.

It's not at all less magical. The best thing about this is that you can't even tell if it's decreased or not with that amount.

Savior!

　As I was thinking about how to deal with Yusuf - Sufi's voice reached me.

'Kyu, Saviour?'

　Suddenly, the strange call was confusing to Jide.

　One of the reasons for his confusion was in regards to being approached by Sufi, who had never spoken to him before.

　But Sufi, who had been doing rescue work until now, would not explain in order to hurry things up.

　He just holds out a stick wrapped in linen.

''I didn't bring it here because I was ready to crush the ball, but I contacted the outside world and it's finally arrived now!　Please use this one!

　When he removed the burlap, the stick barely resembled the shape of a sword.

　But it was rusty and unlikely to be used in a flattering way.

'...... No, just a feeling.'

Oh. This is, you know, Mr. Zied will definitely respond if you hold it!　Now, come on!　Here!　There's a faint glow!

　I'm not sure if Suffi has even preserved the original form of the sword in earnest, but she points to a part of it.

　It was indeed full of faint magic and glittering.

''Hmm.''

And if you hold it, you'll understand.

No, it's not that. I'm not that good at swordplay, you know.

　Sufi's eyes glaze over at the unexpected response.

　And he looks lightly despairing.

'That was certainly an idea to take note of: ......!　I was too buoyant because the Holy Sword responded: ......!

Sorry. So I'll go.

'Oh ......!　At least on the waist!

　Sufi says so, but as a Jide, any foreign object, even on his waist, would make it hard to move.

　Of course, he can't take the sword with him.

　I use the wall as a stepping stone and leap up to Yusuf.

　The wall explodes with a thud and a strong sound.

　Sufi, who was nearby, was protected by Phil, with Jide looking out for him.