"Huh? Huh?
The exact affirmation returns and becomes even more confusing. Because I never thought Arthur was my old friend Felix.
"Lies... real? But because..."
"Explain later. We're gonna get rid of these guys first now."
"Ah..."
"Order in the name of Arthur the Contractor. - The wind. Rip it off."
The wind rises from Bubble and Arthur. The wind became a sharp fang, relentlessly cleaving the assassins. It's like a sickle.
Silvi, who was frightened, also hurriedly exercises sorcery.
"Order in the name of the Contractor Sylvia. - Capture."
Around is a whirlpool field. It was magic using it. A twist stretches its branches simultaneously and is tangled up in the assassins mutilated by the wind.
In no time, I cleaned up as many as ten men.
Arthur looks suspicious.
"You're weak. I thought you were more responsive because you said you cleaned up the escort... is this what this is?
"Yes... right"
Whatever it is, it can't be this easy. It's too lame. As we were both tilting our necks about what it meant, we heard a voice calling Arthur.
"Your Highness!" "Your Highness!
"... you were alive"
It was the soldiers of the escort who ran to Arthur in a hurry. They knelt on the spot even as they looked surprised to see the assassins being captured around.
"Also, I'm sorry. For some reason, everyone, if you realize it, is asleep, and you are late to realize it. I'll take the disposition."
"Were you sleeping?
"Yes. Suddenly drowsiness struck me and I woke up earlier. Refreshing what happened..."
Arthur told the soldiers, bewildered but honest.
"Possibly, medicine or witchcraft is reasonable. But it was always safe. I thought it was no surprise they were killing me..."
"Yes, we thought so too"
"Hmm. No deceased or injured?
"I'm not here. We're all safe."
Hearing the soldier's words, Arthur nodded.
"That's more than anything. All right, you guys, take these guys. Let them throw up everything, including the circumstances around it. … I need to talk to Silvi a little"
"Yes!"
He bows his head to Arthur's instructions and the soldiers take the assassins. Silvi finally dropped it off.
"You kept me waiting, Sylvie.... Are you okay?
"Huh? Yes"
Arthur asked worryingly if he thought he was frightened by the sudden battle.
"No matter how much we could fight, it would have been hard for women to fight now. I'm sorry I made you feel scared."
"Yes, no... I'm fine with that"
I didn't strengthen anything else. I used magic, but sometimes it didn't turn out to be a bloody stinking battle, and I was never particularly shocked or anything like that.
No, he was still shocked by Arthur's identity.
Seeing Sylvie's expression, Arthur looks up on the hill.
"If you're over there, you can sit down and talk. Let's change places."
"Ha... yes"
Because it calms down better, there was no difference as Silvi either.
As I followed him very closely, after a while Arthur told Silvi with his back turned.
"... if you have any questions, I'll accept them"
"Question…?"
It was true that suddenly I would have trouble even if they told me.
It's too much information to process.
You think it's a game character, and Arthur, who was desperate to avoid it, was just a childhood friend?
Honestly, Sylvie's head was in havoc. Still manage to spin the word.
"... you're not wrong in the Felix I know... right?
What should I ask? I desperately thought about it and it was this that got out for now.
Arthur looks back to Sylvie's question and nods with a straight face.
"That's right. The time spent together at Master Melvin's house was short... but I'm pretty sure Felix was in that house"
"So, but! Or the color of my hair and the color of my eyes are completely different from Felix back then......!
I had remembered Felix from childhood several times before. Still, I didn't associate Felix with Arthur because his colors in my memory were completely different from those of Arthur today. Felix's hair was more dull and silver, and his eyes were black. I think it's normal to think of it as someone else.
You see what Silvi thinks, says Arthur with a slightly bitter face.
"... my hair, my eyes, it was after my standing child that I got this color.... My doctor told me that changing the color of my eyes and hair is never uncommon"
"Yes... is that so?"
I think that was good for him, too.
Felix was terribly concerned that the shades were not similar to his own father's. Around him, he was blamed for not being his father's son, and he was quite troubled.
My father's son - which means that he was suspected of being the king's real child... I wonder how much of the pressure he was under. I sincerely think it would have been a pleasure to have that resolved.
"The... good, right? The colour changed..."