In my ears, I hear a strange, lusty woman's voice. And there were multiple voices, coming from all directions, incessantly.

　But that's not surprising, this is a corner of a brothel. In addition, the time is night, and the whole surrounding area is as busy as the name "nightless".

　Perhaps because of that sound. The saint Mattia opens her lips, her cheeks twisting in a very unhappy manner.

"...... is an insolent place, Lugis. I understand your taste.

　No, the cheeks are no longer sullen, but rather flinty, as if trembling with anger. I thought you said you were good at hiding, but it seems that this kind of place is too much for you. Once you get used to it, you'll be able to sleep in it, though. I stroked my chin with my finger.

　Anyway, please don't shake my passion. In any case, the cheapest way to get a place to stay in this area is to pay for a room at a brothel, and you don't have to worry about your voice leaking out. After all, the whole area around you will be filled with a constant cacophony of voices and sounds. It's the most convenient thing in the world.

　When I looked at Bruder, he replied sharply, "How can that be?

　Apparently, Bruder was not in a good mood either. Perhaps it was because he hadn't opened the rum on the table yet.

　The room had a bed and a table. The three of us look at each other as we sit around the table.

"So, what's up. Lugis, I understand the relationship between you and the lady, but what does that have to do with me?

　Nothing, I suppose. I'm sure you're not the only one. How much rum does this guy want? But then again, I've always been a person who was somewhat unstable without a bottle of rum in my hand. In a way, I should be relieved that it's always the same.

　I glanced at Mattia, who seemed to be just as agitated as Bruder, if not more so.

　The reason for this was probably the noise around us, but she also didn't like the fact that I said that I would stay here and fulfill my purpose. After all, the saint was planning to leave Belle Fain as soon as possible. Of course, I think it's for the best.

　Even so, it's typical of her to follow me while spewing venom. She takes good care of you in every way.

　As for me, I've been told so many times. I can't tell her to go home alone now.

　He showed his teeth for a moment, as if choosing his words, then looked at both of them alternately, and moved his lips.

"No, there's a connection. It's all right, Bruder. After all, the three of us are about to cut down Belfain.

　He murmurs, his cheeks falling.

　Bruder's and Mattia's eyes flickered lightly. The meaning of the four eyes is the same. I'm not sure if it's safe to say those words right now. Mattia is looking at Bruder, and Bruder is looking at Mattia as quickly as possible. It was as if they were about to go into a full-on battle stance as soon as something happened.

　A voice involuntarily escaped from his throat. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one who has a problem with that.


　"I'm going to cut down Belfain.


"Cutting down Belfain..." Yeah, that's not a bad word. But you've got the wrong idea. It's not like I've accepted your request yet, you know.

　Bruder's irritated voice creaked the floorboards of the cheap inn. He felt his throat get strangely dry.

　I had just drunk some water, but without alcohol, my throat and chest felt like they were going to burn. Perhaps, Bruder thought, this was the reason for the irritation that was now pressing on his chest.

　No, the fact is that the unfamiliar client in front of him is also more than a little irritating.

　After all, he, Lugis, had suddenly moved into his room, and now he was proudly bringing in a woman, claiming to be his friend. Isn't he too careless in many ways?

　At first, I thought he might have bought a prostitute in the area, but upon closer inspection, I quickly realized that this was unlikely. Bruder stroked the brim of his hat and looked at Mattia and the woman he had been introduced to.

　Well, she's beautiful. She had the kind of hair that a prostitute couldn't have, clear skin, and most of all, those distinctive, intense eyes. If you look at her with those eyes, you might feel a shiver run down your spine.

　I really couldn't imagine where she had come from. It's very hard to believe that she and Lugis live in the same world.

　If anything, she's the kind of person who would be in the same world as the Steel Princess.

But Bruder... You and I think alike, don't we? You're living in this violent, looting mercenary city because you have something to say about it, aren't you?

　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. My throat rumbled involuntarily. The edges of my ears twitched, and a strand of brown hair crossed my gaze.

　I knew that Lugis was not in his right mind. She must be dreaming. She's dreaming the dream of the poor.

　A dream only the poor can have. Extravagant, empty dreams that only the poor can have because they are ignorant and refuse to see reality. Cutting down this mercenary city is nothing more than that.

　But what's strange is that it's a trick of some sort that has given me even the slightest idea of what's in my heart. You and Lugis have only exchanged a few words in this city. You'll be able to find a lot more information on this subject on the web. Why is that? Is he that observant, or what?



　Bruder's shoulders twitched. He opened his lips, trying to avoid eye contact with Lugis. I could see the hesitation in his head.

...... I'll take my money. And the money in advance. And I'd like to hear about it. Yeah, I want to know how you're going to turn this place, this mercenary roost, upside down.

　He opens his mouth dryly, dares to sound dubious, and keeps his eyes down.

　It's not that I've lost my mind. My heart is still beating ineradicably, without the will to move itself. It won't stop moving only because no one can jump off the stage as they wish.

　As Lugis said, the nails protruding from Belfain have certainly sewn themselves into this city. That's why I continue to be an unsuitable mercenary.

　But still, for Bruder, everything is a result of inertia. And that didn't seem to be changing at all.

"Very well. You're welcome, Bruder. It's easy, really easy.

　Bruder somehow felt uncomfortable when Lugis clapped his hands lightly and smiled.

　I'm not sure what to make of it. He felt that way.

　It's not like we've spent a lot of time together, or been on the edge of life and death together. There is no way I can tell the difference.

　But, well, at least the word didn't sound bad.

You don't have to destroy this city in a big way. It would be too difficult to do so in front of the giant that is Belfain.

　There was no hesitation in Lugis' voice as he said this cheerfully. It's as if everything has been completed in his mind and in the back of his mind, and all that's left is to wait for the unveiling.

　Bruder looked at Mattia, who was also waiting to hear Lugis' voice. It was strange to Bruder that she seemed to be taking Rougis' words in stride. I'm not sure if I'd say that I believe him, or Rougis' words, that much.

　Lugis' lips parted in a wave.

"So, I'm going to put a little crack in it so that it's all fatal. That's all I need. Giants are always mortally wounded from the feet up.