Since then, we've been transported silently to the carriage.
Of course, it goes without saying that its silently various thoughts were hidden.
The refugees we have left behind in Mactoria, the Knights, and, above all, the King of Mactoria.
Now that I think about it, it was so easy for me to take it on like that that I rather felt uncomfortable.
But I wonder how anxious it was then that no one noticed that fact.
I lean against the nearby wall and gently stroke my right arm.
Now I wonder where my chopped right arm went.
If it's a beautiful cutting surface, maybe it stuck.
Besides, it was in Mactoria that I was cut off from my arm, and there was my predecessor, King Forse.
It was now clear what it meant.
Besides, I did feel uncomfortable then.
Not Zahr, not Ren, not me, not to mention him or Dahlia.
Something else, I felt like someone was there.
But I can't recall it well, as only the fact of the matter has come to pass.
At that time, the carriage stopped quietly and Mentila glanced out of your podium.
"I'm sorry, this horse wasn't originally born in this land, so I need a little rest. It's already sundown, and we're going to rest here today."
"Okay."
When Sophia nods, she goes down the carriage one after the other.
But only Mariarette put her hand on my shoulder and slapped her softly in the ear.
"Who is he? Is he someone you trust enough?
"... he's just a man by the name of Mentila. At least, I think he answers:"
"Right. Thanks."
That's all she says, chasing after them as if there was nothing, having a scoop that was loaded on the carriage, joining them who were making the pieces first.
I was a few seconds late, too, and I decided to help them.
After a while, I was able to do the shavings and warm them up with the flames by Zahr.
At least, if he's the Demon King, he won't lose his powers this evening.
But the problem is with Zahr's body.
He's in a streak now, and if it's true, he should be physically and mentally worn out.
But he doesn't even give such a bite, he just keeps burning the fire quietly.
"... Zahr, you can rest."
"If I rest, who the hell is going to burn the fire?
"But at least I want you to rest now. When was the last time you had a decent night's sleep?
To my question, lay face down and shut up.
And silence poured into the calf.
Of course, we both seem to know he's been struggling, and nobody speaks the other way.
Mentila is not the kind of person who originally opposes being able to rest someone.
"... ok. But always wake up when the enemy arrives. It's my job, the Knights Commander, to protect you."
"... the Knight Commander?
"Oh, Zahr is now the Knight Commander of Isel."
To the neck leaning Mentila, I release words to dispel that question.
He also seemed to bring his head, and looked at him and nodded as he was convinced.
But he had already begun to take a nap while sitting in a triangle.
I wonder how tired I was.
At the same time, the fire of fire goes out.
"In the meantime, I'll do it from now on. It's smaller than him, but I want you to be patient."
When he smiles a little bitterly and puts his hands together, the fire comes with it.
Certainly not as stable as Zahr, but warm enough.
I woke up with Mariarette's voice when I came out of step by step too.
"What the hell is that power?
"Oh, this is magic. With exceptions, only those who are not human beings in this world have the power."
"...?
"Some of the laws of me, Zahr, and the wise. They originally came from a place called the Other World."
... Mentila nods and replies to the concern that she may have spoken.
Well, to keep it a strange secret, even Marialette, who would be on my side now, would turn to the enemy. That's all I want to avoid.
"So why are people from that other world here?
"The door, what is called, is what connects different worlds. It's someone in this world who lets us go through our hearts and minds and opens the door."
"... that there is a traitor in this world?
"Exactly. After neutralizing the nucleus, the man has to do something about it, or the witch will be in this world again."
... Mariarette nods over and over with her hands on her chin to think of something.
Is this behavior of hers like a habit?
"Well, here's another question.... and before I do, do you have any questions for me?
"... why not?
"'Cause it wouldn't be fair to just ask this one, would it? Then this side answers anything. Three sizes, of course."
When she told Mentila to tear up, Mentila opened her mouth without moving into it either.
"... why are you working with us?
"It's easy. Funny, that's all."
……
"Come on, don't look at me like that. Interesting, don't you think?
For a moment, I felt Sophia's eyes sharpen.
Naturally. I find it somewhat uncomfortable to clean up this war with an interesting word.
But she didn't seem to be kidding anyone who was lying the way she said it.
"It's Setouchi whether this world is doomed or not. Then I'd wager on those who try to survive and observe you guys in the front row. This is my wish as a researcher."
"... a lot, you have a good hobby. And guess what."
"Thanks, I feel good to be complimented"
She smiles mean as a prankster and observes Mentila.
... Wait, now she did say, 'This world is doomed'.
"... what do you mean?" To perish. "
"... surprised. I just thought it was someone I already knew."
"Sorry about that. Unlike you, I'm not smart enough."
... here's where I wanted to deny I was called a wise man.
I find it ironic that a wise man is not originally very smart when it comes to anything other than magic.
Or, now that I think about it, why is something that can use magic a wise man?
"They talk about total equality, but have you ever heard of what kind of world it is?
"... no, no"
"That would be so. Because there's no world after equality."
... What do you mean?
Are you saying metaphorically that someone will perish if they don't stand on top?
But she doesn't have that look.
"... you don't understand. In other words, they believe that in order to achieve an equal world, the world itself needs to be destroyed."
"... what?
"When they're all dead, they're all equal, right?
The words, which seemed seemingly rampant, also felt like they were accompanied by decency.
But the idea is too dangerous.
"... then why would Forse or Mactoria join them!?
"There's even a verse that Forse doesn't know, but King Mactoria doesn't realize. He's not very good at these backs."
"Then tell him...!
"Are you going to go out of your way to expose them, 'We know you're connected to the wise man's law'? Even though he doesn't always use these words?
... Sure, that's too dangerous.
Now I don't let it be the wind that I realize their thoughts, it's just the least dangerous to pretend to be the wind I'm following.
"At least we are pure evil to the mindless who believe in the law of the wise. I want you to know that."
"... ugh."
Sophia looks like she's scuffed up a bitter bug.
... that would be the case too. She lost a people in front of her to protect.
I can't measure how humiliating it is for her to be cut off as evil.
I didn't know what to say to her like that, and I was having that night.