Torga, a close associate of Mordo-Gorn, Lord of Belfain.

　He has been in Mordor's service since he was a young man, and although his character has been criticized as being too honest, Mordor has found him to be honest in his work, and has elevated him to the rank of a close aide. No, in fact, Torga understands that it was because of his honest and straightforward nature that he was able to become Mordor's aide.

　Mordo, Torga's lord, has a suspiciousness in his heart that is appropriate for a lord. This is not a problem of human nature, but rather a natural element of a person who stands above others. In particular, an upstart like Mordor does not know how to deal with the seeds of doubt in his heart. He does not have the skills that a nobleman has from an early age.

　That's why Mordor took Torga as his aide. Torga himself knew very well what was required of him by his master, and he knew no other way to live than to follow it straight and true. Therefore, Tolga always answered the Lord's request.

　As a result, Tolga won the trust of his vassals to the extent that he was the most trusted of them all, and was even appointed to be the chaperone of the Lord's beloved daughter, Vestaline, the Princess of Steel.

　And it was because of that trust that Tolga had been given this assignment. The mission was to protect and watch over the knightly Karia Vardnik.

　Probably nothing. It was unlikely that he would take any action. But just in case. But in the unlikely event that he has some dastardly plot in his heart, he should be watched. That's what the Lord told me, and that's why Tolga is here.
　Although he was a bit of an oddity, he thought that he would just have to carry out his duties straightforwardly this time, and move according to his assigned role.

　But now, his heart is shaken more than ever. The reason for this was the swarm of mercenaries that covered the streets as if they were in conflict with the private army led by Torga. The owner of the mercenaries is the undisputed steel princess of Belle Fain, Vestaline.

"Torga ......, just in time. There was something I wanted to ask you as well.

　I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it. It's a common sight in itself. There's nothing for Tolga to worry about.

　The problem is her eyes.

　Normally, those big eyes would show friendliness or something similar to Tolga. But right now, they have a cruel expression on them. It's as if she can't believe in anything. Tolga has seen those eyes and the color that lurks in them. It's the color of the eyes of his master, Mordor. The very color of eyes when you doubt someone or something deep down.

　Those eyes of doubt are now on you. Torga was vaguely grasping the meaning of this fact. Moving her lips slowly, she murmured, "If only I could answer.

　The private soldiers behind Torga were watching the exchange curiously.

I want to hear everything you know about my mother ...... and my parents.

　The moment she heard those words. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

　The moment she heard those words, the wrinkles on her face deepened slightly.

"...... Master Vestalinu. I'm not sure I can answer that when it comes to my wife.

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　But Vestalines didn't give him much of a response, because whether he knew everything or not, the answer that came out of Torga's mouth would be the same. There was no way that the honest man could betray his master. However, he could not lie about it.

　Therefore, the question you just asked is only to tell the other person your intentions and why you are here. The question itself is of no great significance.

"Then step aside. I'm returning to the lordship now. You will do your duty.

　The words sounded like a parting gift. A farewell to Torga, his loyal servant who had supported him for so many years. I still don't know if he knew everything about me. If he did, I still feel a throbbing of emotion in my chest.

　But even so, some feelings remain. Then, I can at least say goodbye.

　I dare to be arrogant. Dare to impose. That's just fine with me. Seeing as how he's leading a private army, he must be on some kind of mission from Maldoror and there's no reason for him to stay here.

　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I think it's a good idea.

I can't ....... I can't let you through now, Master Vestalines.

　It took Vestalynn a few moments to digest the words in her mind. It was a very unexpected answer, and Tolga had never chosen to reject her words before, even though she had gently rebuked them. He has always been a man of straightforward loyalty. Therefore, the answer was always outside of his expectations.

　Apparently Vestalinu wasn't the only one who was upset by the words. Tolga's private soldiers were also slightly agitated, and looked at him as if to question his true intentions.

　A moment, a blank. There was a pause, as if no one could decide what to do next.

"Madame Vestalines. What are you going to ask Master Mordor?

　Torga's words came out carefully, as if she were choosing her words carefully.

"Everything. Everything that concerns me. And if I cannot answer that--

　Vestalinu's response was nothing short of wild. The words were a whisper, the barbs were planted, and the eyes were filled with hostility. Vestalines was now aware of the fact that her mind was severely out of balance.



　I'm sure that the reason I'm still sane is because I have my sister by my side to support me. For a moment, Vesterine's eyes tilted as if seeking something. At the other end of the line, her sister was staring at her with a smile on her face.

　Oh, when I think of my sister's situation, how could I be crazy and distraught like her? That was the only thought that was supporting Vesterine right now.

　When she was told that the person she had adored and even loved was her enemy, Vestalynne's brain seemed to cover up all her thoughts and throw them away. Because it was so very, very easy. Because it must be the most joyful choice of all. I thought that it would be a good choice for me, as I had been pursuing only the sweet taste, escaping the easy and painful things.

　But the presence of my sister in front of me would not allow it.

　I wonder how many scorch marks her spirit has left so far. How many times has he wanted to lose his mind in this twisted situation? I don't know, I can only say that it is unimaginable, and in fact, it seems impolite to even think about that spirit.

　In fact, I don't even know why you are still alive right now. If it were up to me, I would have given up everything and died before I could even think about it.

　But you are still alive. And her spirit is still in balance. Then how could she selfishly give up her mental health? Vestalinu's eyes pierced Tolga with a glint of will.

I will do everything in my power. I will do everything I can, even if it means going against all the rules.

　His voice was firm, high-pitched, and strong, as if he would not allow anyone to contradict him. It was a very, very beautiful voice, like the blue of the sky oozing out of it.

　Everyone reacted to her words, but they could no longer speak. No, everyone seemed to have a premonition of what lay beyond those words.

　I'm not sure what to say.

I'm not going to let you through here. ...... Please stand down, Master Vestalinu. The only thing we have been given to do is to capture the great sinner Lugis and present him to our lord.

　It seemed to Vestalinu that this was probably the most honest concession Torga could make.

　Their mission was only that. I'm not going to capture Vestalinu here, but I can't just let him go through the motions either. That's why I'm asking you to stand down for a while and cool down. Vestalynn thought that this was very typical of Torga, whose nature was too kind.

　But I can't do that anymore. Vestalynn knew that if she retreated at this point, she would never be able to go forward again.

　And just when she was about to let her voice out... Just as she was about to let her voice out, another voice struck Vestalines ear. The voice of her own sister, unmistakable.