One pair of glasses that give the impression of pushing people away, and those white eyes that seem to see into the depths of your brain. I blinked my eyelids a few times and stared at them.

　My gaze was drawn in, as if my mind was mesmerized. Their eyes are so white that they seem almost inorganic. Of course, it is not that I am staring at them because their color is unusual, or that I am looking at them strangely.

　The depths of my memory were telling me that I had seen it once before. I'm sure I've seen it before, though only a few times in the past.

　The name is different, and the atmosphere is very different. But with eyes like these, you don't often meet someone who has the same thing. I tilted my lips and gazed at his expression and gesture as if I were trying to figure him out. I could feel some kind of emotion passing through the edge of my chest.

　Since I was staring straight at him without averting my gaze like that, the other party must have noticed. The owner of the white eyes, Philos-Treit, looked at me from the front, as if wondering about my gaze. The white eye pierced my skull.

　At that stage, I suddenly realized. No, no, no. I've been so rude. She must have thought I was looking at her curiously, staring at her like this. That's really, really unpleasant.

　I apologize, and move my lips to answer her gaze.

You weren't born with that right eye, were you? If you don't want to answer, you don't have to.

　The white-eyed man I met once told me that it was an acquired sight. But I only saw it from a distance.

　What if...? If the person I know and the girl in front of me, Philos-Treit, are the same person, then the right eye must have been acquired as well. Whether you want it or not.

　That's what I thought, and I said the words that came to my mind, but...

　The next moment. The air froze, as if the atmosphere itself was in a bad mood. The sting of Philos-Treit's gaze on my cheek was enough to send a painful sensation directly to my nerves. You can find a lot of people who are looking for the best way to get the most out of their life.

　On top of that, the narrowed eyes of Mattia and Anne pierced me from the side. Both of them did not say a word, but I could tell that they had something to say.

　On the other side, two of Philos-Treit's aides were looking down at the ground, desperately trying to avert their gaze from this space.

　I see, as I thought, or should I say, naturally. It seems that the white eyes of Philos-Treit was not a topic that should be touched upon.

　No, of course, I understood that it was not something that should be touched easily. But still. I wanted to confirm it directly. I wanted to know if this girl was really the same person as the one I knew. I was well aware that this was a rude question.

　I stared straight into the face of Philos-Treit, even as her gaze pierced my entire body. She raises both eyebrows and bends her lips hesitantly for a moment before slowly letting the words escape.

"You know me well. I was in an accident once. I lost most of my sight.

　I hope I didn't offend you. He touched his fingertips to one of his glasses and opened his mouth.

　In the past, I had only seen him from a distance, but even so, he certainly matched the image I had in my memory. The tone of voice, the tone of voice, and the use of sounds are the same.

　Oh, I see. I knew it. I don't know why she is here in this city, which is a remote area from the Kingdom of Garleist, and why she even changed her name. But the way she acts, the blank stare. I'm pretty sure she's someone I know.

　So I thought. I nodded lightly and said.

"Well, you know, I met a guy once who had the same eyes. I met someone once who had the same eyes. I'm sorry.

　He raised his hands lightly in the air and said, "I'm sorry. There's nothing more you can ask me. After all, if Phyllos-Treit is a she, she's not likely to tell falsehoods. At least that's what I believe. It was Alueno, I think, who said that Philos-Treit, despite her poor reputation, was not an easy person to lie to.

　Of course, it would be funny if I were to say that Philos-Treit was a completely different person from the one I knew.

　The first thing you need to do is to look at your eyes. I'm sure you've heard of it, but I've never heard of it.

I'm not sure what to say. I'm just surprised that not many people would mention this eye. As expected, the person who is called the Great Demon Vriligant in the Kingdom of Garleist has a large capacity.

　I think that was probably Philos-Treit's way of returning the favor. He was just sticking his tongue out in retaliation for the intrusion into his own pocket, that's all. That's sweet. I move my lips lightly and choose my words.

　Daima. There are plenty of words to describe it. More than I can say.

　But I dare say it's the Greater Evil itself. The first cause of evil, and the one who reigns supreme over the monsters, demons, and demonkind that pervade this world.



　So called enemies of God, enemies of mankind.

　That's what I said. But all of them died out a long time ago, in the mythical age when spirits walked the earth and demons abounded.

　The evil dragon Vriligant, the most modern demon of all, died when his heart was crushed by the god of the Great Sacred Church. Well, I don't know much about it, but I believe that the lore says that the pieces of flesh and blood from the demon became monsters and demons.

　However, even a hexenbiest, which is a subordinate of a demon, is enough of a threat to the human race, and to be compared to an existence greater than that is nothing short of an honor. It makes me want to walk around with my heart on my sleeve. He clears his throat, chooses a light word, and says.

"I'm honored. I'll look forward to what you call me next.

　This is probably the most appropriate response.

　If you take it too hard, the negotiations that took place here will collapse. It is best to take it lightly and moderately as a joke. Light-heartedness is what I'm good at. It's no big deal.

　I, as well as Philos-Treit, showed a tight-lipped smile and stopped speaking there.

　She's such a sweet person. It seems that she is planning to treat my rude comment as a joke. That's why she took a step forward and said something to me.

　As a ruler, she may be an adult, but she is still at the age where she can be called a girl. For that, she has a very mature expression on her face. There was also a hint of darkness in her eyes.

　After Philos-Treit and I smiled at each other, the cold space itself seemed to finally thaw.

　Philos-Treit's followers exhaled the heavy air that must have built up in their lungs, and Mattia beside me blinked a few times and stared at me. I could tell from her piercing gaze, which seemed to create even more pressure, that she had a lot to say to me. I hope you don't mind. In a way, it's good that it all worked out.

　Besides, I'm not stupid enough to just say those words to wake up from sleep. Words can lead to any number of disasters. I don't spit out dangerous words for nothing.

　But still... I thought that I should know about her, Philos-Treit. And I was right. It's true. She is the very woman who once made me, and so many others, hang our heads.

　She who glared at the lords with her white eyes and turned from a doll to a poisonous snake.

　--The bastard child of Amelites-Garleist, Lord of Garleist. A princess with a concubine.

　In the past, after a catastrophe in the world, she seized control of the kingdom of Garleist, and was infamous for being a poisonous woman, a demon in a woman's skin, and so on.