There was an indescribable atmosphere inside the Great Tent of Monkism. Everyone seemed to want to say something, yet they didn't say anything. It was as if everyone was waiting for a chance to say something.

　In the midst of it all, a single voice spilled out.

I sometimes wonder if I've done something to make you hate me.

　I'm not sure if I've done something to make you hate me, but sometimes I wonder if I've done something to make you hate me," said Fialaert-la-Borglade, sitting just to the right of me, her voice hardening as she stared at me. It was a very tense voice, which was quite unusual for Fialaert. It was the kind of voice you get when your whole body is full of tension.

　I don't remember saying anything stupid to Fialaat, and I don't remember treating him badly. I don't remember saying anything stupid to Fialaat, and I don't remember treating him badly, but why are we talking about it like that? He waggled his eyebrows as if he had no idea.

　The next moment, Fialat's dark eyes narrowed and his pointed gaze burned my cheeks, as if he didn't like my expression. Unknowingly, my lips twitched. I don't know what to say back, but I can't find the words.

　I reach for a cup that I keep close at hand as if to cheat. Strangely, I was thirsty. And if I quench my thirst with a cold ale, I might be able to slip out a few words more easily.

　And the moment you pick up the cup. The cup is snatched away by a slender finger in front of you. It extended from the left side, and I knew who it belonged to without asking. It belonged to the silver-haired swordsman Kalia Vardnick. No matter how many times I looked at it, it was hard to believe that she could wield a long sword with those white fingers.

　Kalia smiled mischievously, tipped her cup, wet her lips with ale, and said. She smiled mischievously, tipped her cup, wet her lips with ale, and said, "Unlike Fialaert's, your tone is much lighter.

"Fancy that, Fialaat, me too. You say they're your friends, your shields, but when the time comes, they leave you behind. Deep down, you must despise them.

　No, this is different. Kalia is acting as if she's saying it lightly, but her voice is strained.

　It was as if she was holding some uncontrollable emotion deep in her chest, but somehow forcing it down. At the same time, there was also a sense of danger, as if a single trigger would cause it to fall on the people around him.

　That's not good, that's not good.

　Both Fialaat and Kalia are not in a normal state of mind, no matter how you look at it. Well, it's not as if I don't understand what's going on behind the scenes. But isn't it a little too much?

　He pauses to pick up a cigarette from his chest, searching desperately for the right words to say. I wonder if my fingertips are tense or not. As if to regain his composure, he puts it in his mouth in the same motion as usual.

　Then, before he could pass the flavor through his nose, a hand reached behind him and took the chewed tobacco.

"Yes. Words must be accompanied by the heart. I'm not going to be cheap enough to be fooled by words without a heart, but hey, what do you think? Lugis, my knight.

　Finn-Erdis, while leaning against my back, dexterously twirled the chewing tobacco he had taken from me with his fingertips. The voice that whispered in my ear seemed to tickle the depths of my ears. The voice whispered in my ear tickled my ears. Her back teeth made a crooked sound.

　Give me a break, if you take away my drink and my cigarettes, what will I have left to cling to? Wouldn't it be compassionate to leave at least one of them behind?

　That was the moment when I reached out my finger to take back my cigarette. As if she saw through my thoughts, the saint Mattia standing in front of me opened her mouth.

She said, "I'm talking about the right thing. There's no need for alcohol or cigarettes in such a situation. Isn't that right, Lugis? Who is in the wrong?

　Looking straight at me, Mattia's expression is calm. But soon, you will understand. It is only the expression that is calm. The two eyes are looking at you with a sharp presence, as if they've thrown away all thoughts of smiles and calmness. Like a bird of prey in front of its prey.

　No... Everyone's eyes and skulls are floating in the heat. It's not a situation where you can expect a rescue ship.

　And with Saint Mattia and Finn-Erdis in the tent, we can't expect reinforcements from the outside. In fact, they will all be trying to prevent anyone from entering the tent.

　Then he shifted his gaze to the side and looked at Largd-Anne, the only person left inside the tent besides the four of them. She was always the one who helped me untangle the threads when they got tangled up like this. So, I think that I can expect a little help from her today.

　With this thought in mind, I moved my eyes so that I could look at Anne.

　Her small frame probably noticed me right away. Her eyes jumped up and down. Then, an innocent smile appeared on his face. It was a very happy smile.

　But her lips never opened. So you're not going to help me.

　Sighing loudly from the bottom of his gut, he raises his hands and says.

"All right, I'm sorry. I'm aware of that. So don't give me that heat like everyone's on fire. I've got enough fire in my stomach already.

　There was a moment's pause after the words were spoken. There was a momentary pause after the words were spoken, and I could see the stares being given to me by the people around me intertwining, heating up, and gaining weight in silence.



　The air is cold, as if the heat has been taken away by his gaze. This cold air is not necessarily because this is the season of dead snow.

　After a moment that seemed to go on forever, Mattia opened his lips as if he had no choice. She sighed loudly and deliberately, and then.

It's not like we have much time. Let's just get this over with for now. It's not that I blame you for your ruggedness that I've gathered you here. Anne, get to the point.

　I let out a soundless sigh of relief. But my shoulders were still slumping. In any case, the air had indeed loosened up in the face of Mattia's words, but there was still some tension in his belly.

　In the meantime, Kalia was pouting her lips as if to say that she was not convinced, and Fialaert and Erdis would be similar.

　I don't know how to describe it, but I feel like I'm sitting on a chair of thorns with thorns bared. I don't feel like living.

　At Mattia's urging, Anne nodded lightly and placed a few round stones on the large map on the table. Looking at the location of the stones, they probably indicate the areas that have come under the influence of heraldry. Of course, the influence is still at a level where it could fly away at the breath of the Great Saints.

So, I'll go first. Regardless of the process of the Philosophical Incident, I can say that the result was good. I can't speak too highly of Roseau, though, since it was my fault that he became a traitor.

　With a slightly weakened voice, Anne nonetheless summarized the current situation.

　The way she talks is very impressive, I think. The words that touched her ears went straight into her skull, as if she had chosen words that were easy for people to hear.

　The Philos Incident. This time, the rebel Roseau overthrew the ruler, Philos-Treit, and temporarily took control of the city of Philos. It also ended with the death of Roseau and the rescue of Philos-Treit.

　Or, more accurately, it was forced to end by the intervention of the heraldry. He bit the edge of his lip slightly and narrowed his eyes as he did so. I'm not sure if it's because I don't have any tobacco to chew on, but my mouth is pretty sad.

Roseau, the rebel, lies on the ground, and Philos-Treit, the original ruler, is in the hands of the heraldry. The city of Philos no longer has the power to act in an organized fashion. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they have come under our influence.

　Of course, we'll have to keep a close eye on the future of their rule. Of course, we need to keep a close eye on their future reign. When I heard her words, I rolled my eyes at how she spoke so casually.

　The original ruler of the city of Philos, Philos-Treit, is still recuperating, and the city of Philos, which has no ruler, has been brought under the influence of heraldry. This in itself is not a mistake, it is a clear fact. However, the process is not so smooth as to be described in a straightforward manner.

　After all, the citizens of Philos had once turned against their heraldic allies, the Philos-Traits. Just because Roseau, the leader, has fallen, does not mean that the heraldry can be accepted so easily.

　In all honesty, both Mattia and Anne must have been thinking of crushing the city of Philos with spears and swords in order not to be underestimated. And there was a good chance that choice would be taken.

　However, it would be a shame to lose Philos, which would be the front line in any future confrontation with the Daishonin. Burning down a city is easy, but growing it again is harder than turning a sapling into a tree.

　Therefore, it was necessary to turn Philos into a complete puppet city in order to prevent the same thing from happening again. In addition to incorporating Phyllos-Treit, the city of Phyllos itself was to be forcibly rebuilt.

　Some of these methods may have included the choice to dye parts of the city red. At the very least, it would not have been so easy to explain in a few words.

　Anne's eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but she tried not to show it, and her small lips rippled.

In the end, the question at hand is how to get through this period of deadly snow.