"...... Hey. If you're here, that means you're here. You're going, Fialat. It's your home country.

　As Fialaat-la-Volgograd pressed a thin glove against his finger on the doorstep, he heard a voice that tickled his ear. Fialaert no longer needed to ask who it was, it belonged to Finn-Erdis, Queen of the Elves.

　Originally, this was Elddis' temporary residence in the capital. It is not strange that I can hear her voice, but I cannot see her.

　Perhaps she is using spirit magic to deliver only her voice. He's probably still recuperating, but he's taking it easy. Or perhaps he has too much time on his hands.

　Clicking his feet, Fialaert made his way to Elddis' private chambers without waiting for the squire to lead him. He opened his mouth to reply to the voice in his ear.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have some thoughts. It would be a lie if I said I had no feelings, but it would be even more of a lie if I said I wasn't going. People are not always able to meditate on their freedom.

　Those are the words of Fialaat from the depths of her heart. It's not so easy to not have any feelings about your own country.

　The Borvat dynasty, masters of the east, masters of magic. Each of the five major cities has a Grand Duke of Magic, who is overseen by a central sovereign and the Magisterium.

　Although Borvat is a dynasty, it differs greatly from Garleist, which is a kingdom, and Illyssarde, which is mainly ruled by tribes.

　In contrast to the other two kingdoms, where the majority of the land is ruled by hereditary nobles, whether good or bad, and the citizens are merely ruled by them, the citizens of Borvat can participate in the political and military hierarchy.

　In other words, if you have a talent for magic.

　The Borovartians interpreted magic as a gift from the gods and the best way to get closer to the gods. The highest honor of a sorcerer, and the goal to be pursued, is to reach the gods.

　It is because of this that the theory that a person who can use magic is close to the gods was accepted. As long as you had the talent, you could get your hands on all kinds of honors, even if you were a commoner.

　In a corner of his mind, Fyarlath suddenly remembered the figure of that thing he had seen in the Great Temple of Flimsulat. She gleamed with gold and moved her lips daintily.

　And then, at the same time, she who possessed a vast amount of magic that did not seem human, and used magic that he could not even understand a piece of the mechanism - Alueno. If you follow the teachings of the Borvat dynasty, that figure is the closest to God.

　He felt a sharp pain in his lungs. Fialat bit the edge of his lip. He didn't want to think that this thing, which had a certain fearlessness to it, was what he should be aiming for.

　Also, Fialaat's personal feelings were not to make her a role model. It was more of a woman's will than a sorceress's.

　He knocked on the door, which was modestly decorated, with the wood grain standing out rather well, and Elddis answered, "Come in.

　In the room, Elddis was lying on the bed with her upper body raised. She must not have been fully recovered from her fang bite with the demon.

The saint and princess are planning to cut off the city-states. If you go to the East, you won't be able to count on the help of the heraldry.

　If I were in your shoes, I would do the same, Elddis added, her brilliant blue eyes shining. I'm not sure if I'd be able to do that if I were in your shoes.

　At least that's what the head of the organization would have to do. It is not enough for a monarch to simply pour troops into the battlefield when the enemy is baring its fangs.

　He must consider the bottom line, look ahead, and hope for the best in the worst. That was the kind of monarch Fialat knew.

　But he's not a monarch. Fialaat didn't say it, but he was even smiling in his heart.

But still, Lugis would not go. No matter how hard he tries, he can't tolerate so many sacrifices.

　It was no longer a kindness, but a curse. It was not heroic, it was catastrophic.

　To save a woman he had only just met, to have his guts burned by a great fire, to give his body in front of a beast for someone he did not know.

　A way of life that does not tolerate sacrifice for anyone but himself. It is neither dexterous nor wise, and if there is a god, he would probably call it stupid.

　Perhaps that way of life is fatally flawed.

　--Still, the only thing that Fialat-La-Borgograd truly believed in and dreamed of was, and still is, his back.

　Then there is no other choice, no matter how catastrophic.

So I'm going. It's not the saints or the princesses that I believe in, it's him.

　Erdis did not deny her words. No, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she could not deny him.

　Tilting her eyelids, Erdis let out a breath. In this aspect alone, Elddis envied Fialaat.

　Fialaat was much closer to Lugis than Erdis or Kalia. This is not in terms of distance, of course, but in terms of nature.

　Fialaat is much more human in her inability to tolerate sacrifice, and in her way of being. Fialaat has something that Erdis, who was raised as an elven princess, and Caria, who left everything behind to become a knight, could not acquire. It's a common connection to Lugis.

　Elddis couldn't help but feel envious. I can't be like that anymore.

　That's why, Elddis thought. Oh, quick. I wish he'd come to me. It's only a matter of time.

　Erdis's fresh lips puckered.

I'm afraid I can't move yet. I'm afraid I can't move yet. If I don't move fast enough, a natural disaster might really happen.



　With that, Erdis lightly lifted the cup in his hand. The azure hue of the sky, illuminated by the sunlight, lightly translucent her beautiful figure.

　But despite its beauty, it was magical in every way. Fialaat could see that, too. He choked up unconsciously.

　There are many magical tools made by sorcerers and intelligent demons. The cup was made with a density of magical power that could not be compared to such things.

　In other words, it was similar in nature to the black and scarlet greatsword held by Kalia. What it was made of, what it was woven of, Fialat had no idea.

　The cup itself was the original source and manifestation of the Fairy King Drigman. Therefore, Erdis must have a good understanding of Drigman's influence on this city. Fialaert's lips pursed in an exaggerated manner as she thought of the natural disaster.

　Elddis held out the cloth bag with one hand and handed it to Fialaert with a light gesture. The details of the cloth bag were decorated with patterns that indicated that it had been made in the land of the elves.

　When Fialaert returned his gaze with a question, Elddis said in a calm tone.

"I want you to give it to him. It's not an amulet, but it will do him some good against sorcerers.

　The cloth is thick, and I have no idea what's in it. The cloth was thick and he had no idea what was inside, but he had no taste for opening it. The Queen of the Elves had said this, so it would not be trivial.

　Fyarlath nodded, her glossy black hair bouncing in the air.

　As Fialaert turned to leave the room, Erdis called out to him. The elfish smile on his cheeks was mischievous.

I will ask you to return to King's Landing with him and Caria, no matter what happens - yes, I will have him make you a fine mead from the honey of Gazalia. He'll like that, won't he?

　Elddis's smile was mischievous, but her words were not in jest.

　Fialaert batted her eyelashes slightly. That was all. There was an inexpressible emotion swirling in his chest.


　We left Elddis' mansion.


　After leaving Erdis's mansion, a shadow suddenly appeared on Fialaert's cheek, which should have been bathed in sunlight.

　He had already experienced this feeling several times. Unperturbed, Fialaat looked up at the sky. She was reasonably close to him today. The irreverence of covering the sun seemed appropriate for her.

Where are you going, Fialaat? "Where are you going, Fialaert? You're not going to hunt the nearest rabbit in your traveling clothes. Of course you're not going back to the inn now. So let me ask you something, Fialaat. Where do you think you're going? I don't suppose you're going east, are you?

　Says the girl with the white hair hanging down like shiny silk threads, Leu - the gem Bau-Agathos. She is an intuitive woman, and her eyes show her displeasure. If she was a person who didn't care about appearances, she would surely have even gritted her teeth.

　Fialaert said without even a hint of concern for Agathos' condition. You know so much about yourself, don't you?

I'm going to Lugis. I'm going to Lugis, whether it's east or west.

You're insane. You're insane. He's insane. No. Are all people like that?

Maybe we are.

　He didn't like Fialaert's nonchalant tone. Agathos's words grew stronger as he propped himself up on a number of jewels.

　Fialat tried to say something to calm him down, but Agathos' temper was not so patient.

"Okay, I'll tell you what it is, Fialaat. You just don't know it yet. The east is no longer a safe place for you to live. No, that land is gone, gone from this continent - Vriligant the Dragon King and his demons have come back to life.

　The great evil dragon, and the great demon Vriligant. As Fialaert pushed open his dark eyes at the words, Agathos lowered his voice and spoke up.

　There was a hint of tenderness in his voice that she would never have given to a mortal.

"Good Fearat, I think you did well against Drigman. I applaud you. But it's miracle on top of miracle. It's never orderly--so Vriligant, even miracles don't make sense. That's the way it is. ...... There have been many races that have tried to do that in ancient times, not just humans. I don't need to tell you what happened to most of them, do I?

　Fialat rolled his eyes at the unexpected sound of that voice. Not so much for what Agathos had said, but for the way she looked.

　Agathos's words were not an attempt to sway him or to lure him into anything, but a genuine concern for him. It was something that Fialaat had never seen before in her dealings with Agathos.

　Perhaps the demon Agathos and the great demon Vriligant had some kind of connection in the mythical age. Perhaps that is why he is so generous with his words.

　He took it all in, but still, Fialat said. He looked up slightly.

"Thank you, Agathos. Thank you, Agathos, but I have to go. But I have to go. People live only a few decades. I don't want to live with myself bent over. I didn't realize that until now. Finally, I do.



　Hearing the words, Agathos's expression relaxed for a moment as if he were fooling around, and then it became very distorted.

　It was more irritation than indignation. He seemed to be wondering why a wizard would have to say so much. There was even a hint of a desire to twist Fialaert's body down like this.

　But Agathos saw Fialat's black eyes from the front. It was shining like a beautiful jewel, flickering something like fire.

　A being with eyes like these usually does not know how to turn. Agathos thought that even if he were to break her limbs, she would find some way to do so.

　That said, it would be against his pride to just break himself. Regardless of what you do with a single human being, it should have been up to you. Agathos let out a small breath and said.

Agathos lets out a small exhale and says, "...... All right, I don't know anymore. You can do whatever you want -- but listen up, Fialaat. Leu, you too. You'll break at some point anyway. You'll break. And you will know in the end that I was right. I'm sure of it. And when he does, I'll have a prime seat to laugh at him. Yeah, this time too.

　Agathos' smile. It was a truly magical smile, like the sparkle of an extraordinarily beautiful jewel. While Fialaat was gazing at that smile, Agathos took her body in his arms and flew through the air. The landscape flashed by at an alarming rate, and Fialaat's vision flickered.

　The landscape flashed by with surprising speed, and Fialaat's vision flickered.

I didn't say I'd allow you to go alone. Besides, it's faster this way, isn't it?

　King's Landing quickly disappears from sight. The stage was about to shift to the far east.