"Nice to meet you - not you, Jin Amiwool."

With that word, I took a serious look at him.

In a black robe. My hair is getting thinner in the mid-fifties. A magician with the title of master.

"Mr. Daska doesn't seem to change either."

When I answered, Mr. Bell, who was on his shoulder, opened his mouth.

"Long time no see, Daska Ross. What happened to your mustache? I missed you, didn't I?

"My beard has shaved since then. Mr. Bell doesn't seem to change."

"Oh, he's pimping."

"I'm too well and in trouble"

Me approaching with a bitter smile. One Yuna seemed unable to keep up with the situation.

"Right now, I'm naming Jin Tokitumo. I wonder what it would be like to give Ami Wool a name?

"I'll look into the circumstances of your change of name, because I thought Yuna there knew who you were.... Was it bad?

"Fortunately, a while ago I revealed that I was Jin Amiwool"

I shook hands with Mr. Daska.

One of my traveling companions was this Daska Ross when it was the height of the heroic magician Jin Amiwool. It has been a reunion since I left the Union.

"I changed my appearance, how did you know?

"I felt a nostalgic magic wave. When you think comprehensively about the stories I heard about you before I met you, I thought you were the only one - but how did that look?

Sit back in the right chair, bickering.

Excuse me, Mr. Daska wipes the tears that were in his eyes. Mr Bell remarkably said.

"Come on, are you crying?

"At this age, my tear glands tend to loosen. I can't believe I'm seeing you or Mr. Bell like this again."

"Were you that happy?

"Oh well, I'm glad to know your friend was alive, aren't you determined!

Well, seeing as he's safe, I'm also a comrade, there's something about him that makes me feel horrible.

After a conversation like a mild greeting, Mr. Daska tightened his expression.

"Is it true that the coalition leaders tried to assassinate you?

"Because you know that, didn't you come here?

"No, I'm back in Verilardo because this is my home town"

Speaking of which, I recall that Mr Daska was from this kingdom of Verilardo. I or Mr. Bell went here after he left the Union because I was listening to him.

"I'm tired of the war between the United States and the Great Empire, because there is.... I didn't think I'd be able to reunite with you, who were said to be dead"

"Are you tired..."

To the unintentionally squeaky words, Mr. Bell said as he touched his own beard.

"I know how you feel about that."

"To be honest, sometimes it's because I feel like I'm in danger."

Mr. Daska looked straight at me.

"Jin Amiwool is dead - when they asked me that, I couldn't hide my shock. More clearly, I couldn't believe it. So as I looked into the circumstances of your death, I began to think that the upper echelons of the Union were trying to get rid of you."

"So?"

"I met in person with Rude Pezer, the captain of the knight who says he saw you last. He said you were definitely dead..."

"How was Rude?

When I fought in the Union, Rude Pether took care of me. He used to be an old knight in his forties, and he was a damn serious stubborn. But there was nothing disgusting about it, it was serious anyway, and the relationship wasn't bad.

"I was being moved left by the border guard. I was told in the alley that I couldn't protect you... Two days after I met him, I heard he died in an accident."

"Dead? Rude...?

I stood up unexpectedly and dropped my hips immediately. Right, he's dead.

That solid knight told me of the betrayal of the Union, crying that he had to kill me. And as a dead one, I escaped the Union. Rude kept his mouth shut about letting me go after that by publicly announcing my death.

"Rude is dead because..."

"Perhaps someone unfavorably trying to find out the truth about your death has blocked his mouth"

Mr Daska dropped his shoulder.

"I think it's my fault"

"So you left the Union, aware of the danger of enemy hands reaching out to you."

"That's right. If you stayed there, you'd probably have been targeted by the truth-tellers."

Mr Daska said in a quiet, but clear tone.

"Even though I had been chopped up in the war against the Great Empire, if the attempt to bury you secretly turns out to be a shadow, who invited this state of disadvantage - things will affect the entire Union. And perhaps the fate of the Union will have been exhausted there."

"Is the war not that good?

"Yeah, after this spring, I mean, after you left, the United States lost a streak of battles. The Great Empire puts in a demonic weapon to destroy the Allied forces in the Land War. Also these days, the United States has literally no hands or feet to form an air fleet on a flying ship."

"Aerial, fleet......!

A flying ship, and...? Has the Great Empire acquired an empty weapon? I got caught in the thought of my spine freezing.

I had fighters and battle helicopters in place and pictured an attack after taking control of the airspace, but it was unexpected that the Great Empire had air power.

"I was only thinking about the extent to which I could get rid of griffons and flying dragons, but what is an air fleet"

I can't say much about the weapon or performance I'm using, but I can't say that I'm sitting around at the moment.

"To what extent is that thing?

Mr. Bell stood up.

"The one you can deal with in my Draken?

"Draken......?

Mr. Bell, I don't know Mr. Daska.

That we have fighters. In the first place, I don't even know what a fighter is.

"Mr. Daska, have you ever seen the actual fleet of the Great Empire?

"Yeah, about twice. But I've seen it from afar."

"Then I'd love to talk to you about it. As a matter of fact, we were preparing our forces for when the Great Empire attacked us, but we need to know if we can fight it."

"What if what Mr. Bell was saying about Draken is a flying weapon or something?

Mr Daska opened his eyes. I closed one eye and saw a former warrior, a sorcerer.

"I want to talk about it, including that. It's just about you being tired of the war. If you don't want to go in deep, say so. In the not-too-distant future, we'll run into the Great Empire."

"If you can help me, use it."

When Mr. Daska lifted his hips, he bowed his head to me.

"If you or Bell, a former comrade of war, were to go to the battlefield, I would be happy to offer you one. Besides, this country is my home."