The wheel turns as if it were wrapped in the darkness of the night. The neighs of the horses are somehow quiet.

　You can feel the carriage swaying on the floor, and your breath cools in your throat. The scent of the wine piled up at the back of the carriage is strangely fragrant.

　However, in the past, I did not have the luxury of riding in a carriage. I've become quite extravagant, haven't I? Come to think of it, I haven't felt as if my legs had turned into iron bars from walking too much lately.

But is that okay? If people knew you were away from Galuamaria right now, it would be a big deal.

　Somehow, he placed his arm on his leg and muttered into the darkness. I can see her clearly from here.

　Her long hair swayed as she sat there speechlessly. She looks somewhat mysterious in the slight moonlight that shines on her.

　The saint of the heraldry, Mattia. She is undoubtedly the center of the storm that is heraldry today, and everyone on the side of the Great Saints is after her heart.

　It is out of the ordinary for her to leave Garou Amalia, even if it is through the darkness of the night.

　Mattia's eyes narrowed for a moment, and then he said in a resigned, somewhat dismissive voice in response to my question.

You heard what Anne said. If you want to make a pact with the elves, now is the time to leave. It's not as if she hadn't heard.

　I could see her eyes glaring at me in the darkness. It seems that the saint is in a bad mood. I was at a loss for words. It was only a casual remark I made because of the silence, but it seemed that she was not in a mood to continue the conversation.

　For a while, the only sounds that echoed around me were the sound of the carriages driving through the fields and the neighing of the horses of the heraldic guard following them.

This is the time.

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　Largud An's voice spread throughout the tavern. I had just come down from the second floor when I heard her lively voice, which strangely resonated in my head. There was a dull ache in the core of my head.

　Pressing my fingers to my temples, I opened my mouth.

"And why is that? In the eyes of the High Priestess, we're like great sinners in the hands of the devil. The lords may attack us at any moment.

　The word "deadly sinner" came out of his own mouth, and his heart shook slightly. The image of Alueno that was in my heart seemed to blur a little.

　Now, this Garou Amalia is like a blank space on a suddenly created map. I'm not a herald, and we're still too small to be called a force, unless we're a nation of some kind.

　So it's not surprising that the enemy has sprung up like a beast swarming over dead flesh to seize the cause of defeating paganism and the rights of Garou Amalia. Of course, that is why they are seeking an alliance with the elves.

　In response to my concern, Anne raised her lips in a somewhat smug manner. It's not as simple as that.

It's not that simple, Master Rougis. It is true that the city of Galuamaria has fallen. However, many of the upper class who originally had the right to rule this city have escaped.

　I rolled my eyes a little and took in Anne's words.

　She looks pleased, but is it really a good thing? The fact that the original rulers are still alive will only amplify the cause and their sense of justice. In fact, if there are such people, it would be better to wipe them out.

　Of course, there was a limit to the number of troops we could reach, and a limit to the choices we could make.

　As I wrinkled my brow, Fialaat said behind me, "Oh, I see.

I see. So, my lords, you're going to take advantage of the void while they're looking around for a puppet. It's disgusting, but it's true that there won't be any large scale deployments until then.

　Fialaat nodded with a thin finger on his chin while shaking his black hair into a tight bun. Hearing these words, Kalia next to me began to look as if she agreed with me.

　Anne, and Fialaat. It's good to know. But if you can, make it understandable to an ordinary person like me. I don't even have the slightest clue how to understand this or that on the battlefield, let alone the right to rule. The same goes for Wood and Cereal.

　When I look at them, I realize the difference in birth and education. I felt something smoldering in my heart.

"The right to rule is a gift from God. That authority is not nullified even if you have no real control over it, Lugis. That is, even if you send out a large force to take it down again, there will be another war later when other powers seek to take advantage of it with someone who has the right to rule.

　In other words, everyone is hell-bent on taking advantage of this place, Fialat said, staring into my eyes. Her dark hair swayed strangely close to her eyes.

　I see, my brain has finally caught on.

　It's hard for all the lords to look away from the interests of Galuamaria. If it were possible, they would want to incorporate this empty space into their own power structure.

　However, it is a different story if the rightful rulers and those who still have the right to rule are still alive. Even though we are a small force of heraldry, we can still get a few burns if we send out our troops. In addition, the fact that this place is still strong and solid does not change.

　In the event that, after damaging the troops and attacking them down, other forces use the people who have the right to rule as shields to reach out to the interests of Garou Amalia, you will be blinded.

　In other words, while this is an empty zone, it's also a place that's difficult to touch until it's ready.

Of course, it's still dangerous. But there is one thing that a formal pact requires, and that is for Mattia to go there.

　I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it," she said, trying to stifle her words for a moment but still letting them escape her throat.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'd like to know what you think.



　It was a strange silence.

　In the strange silence, with Caria and Fialaert, who had naturally asked to accompany me, wrapped in blankets and asleep, and the saintly lady silent, I was slowly remembering Anne's words.

　My position in the heraldry is very precarious. For saving Mattia's life in Garouamalia and for driving back the enemy general, Heldt. On the contrary, I was guilty of ransacking the underground temple they guarded and taking the lives of heraldists.

　In a way, the crime was forgiven thanks to the work of Mattia, but not in terms of emotion. Emotions are not that easy to deal with. Even if it is asleep in the depths of its heart, it will open its eyes and show its fangs as soon as it gets the chance.

　Therefore, Anne said, I want you to strengthen your position.

　If you have been successful in your journey to forge a pact with the elves, there will be no one left to complain to. I guess that's what she's trying to say. To be honest, I personally think it's insane to make an alliance with elves.

　But there are a few things that I can't figure out. Why is Anne so supportive of me?

　Not only is she considerate of our position, but she has allowed me to accompany her in the carriage this time as well, although it is called an escort, unlike the other heraldists who follow around the carriage. I don't understand why I am being treated so specially. I don't know why I'm being treated so well, especially since I've never been treated that way before.

　It's possible that I, or rather Kalia and Fialat, are considered a force to be reckoned with. Or it could be that my relationship with Mr. Nines is having an effect.

　There's also the possibility that she's familiar with him because she's accompanied him around town for a while. As expected, Anne is not a person who is moved by emotion. Her words are soft, but deep down, there is a kind of calmness.

　And if I may say so, there is also the line that the saint Mattia trusts us.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'd like to say something before you arrive.

　The ground is turning a light shade of skin, and we are about to enter the realm of the elves.

　It was about this time that Mattia threw his words through the silence. But do you still call her a hero or something, you b*tc*?

"This is about the incident in Garou Amalia. When you intervened between me and the enemy general.

　I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. I'm not sure what you're talking about.

　You know, the one where you saved Mattia from Helt's blow. Is she trying to thank me for that? It seems that even saints have human emotions.

　As if to crush my easy-going heart, Mattia opened her mouth.

"I'll warn you. Don't think of that time as a favor to me. I'm not grateful to you--in fact, I resent you.

　I opened my mouth stupidly and repeated Mattia's words in my brain.

　I'm not sure I understand what she said. Mattia had said what he needed to say, and his lips closed tightly again. It was as if she was refusing to be questioned at all. I didn't really feel like pursuing it from there either.

　Okay, I don't know why, but... I knew that the reason for Ann's concern was not her trust.

　Suddenly, the intensity of the shaking changed. In the strange silence that followed, the carriage announced that they were entering the Elven territory around Mount Ghazalia.