The two knights of Bazelarka had fallen asleep, and Masaru was alone inspecting his armament when he was quietly approached from behind.

"Masaru, may I have a word with you? Masaru, do you have a minute?

"Whoa. Victinius... what a surprise. What's going on?

There's something I can't let you two hear: .... What's going on?

I knew there were no survivors. ......... Sit over there, I'll get you a chair. I'll get you a chair.

I'm not sure if you'll be able to find the right one, but I'm sure you'll be able to find it. The two of them watch for a while as the fire sparks quietly scatter and fly through the air like fireflies. ....

I want Masaru to kill everything that lives in the royal city of Bazelarka. .

That's what Victinius finally said, as if he could squeeze it out.

"...Okay. Okay.

"You're not going to ask me anything? "You're not going to ask me anything...

"No, I'm not. What's so important?

I don't think it's easy for Victinias to ask for something to be killed in this world.

"......... Yeah. I don't know.

"Then help me, Masaru! You're my friend, right? We're friends, right?

Victinius finally looked at Masaru's face when he said that.

"Well, I'm not good at serious stuff, but my dear friend asked me to help him. I'll do my best. I'll do my best.

"........., thank you Masaru. Thank you Masaru.

"Whoa. Water's boiling. Herbal tea's fine, right?

Yeah. I'll leave it to Masaru. I'll leave it to Masaru.

Masaru was strangely relieved to finally see Victinius' natural smile, and it warmed him up, but even he didn't know it at the moment.