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Episode Four: Consultation 
April 4th, 2045, Prism Rider, Ray Starling 
I looked through my mail, had a meal, and logged in to Dendro. 
Even though it was night in real life, the sun was still high up in the sky here. 
“You’re back.” Nemesis popped out of the crest and welcomed me. 
“Well, I have college tomorrow, so I can’t stay online for more than a day here,” I said. “There’s no helping it. Life on the other side is important, too.” 
Now if that ain’t something Fuyuki should hear, I thought, rolling my eyes. Still can’t believe that guy skipped the first day of college. 
“Also, it’s not like we have any major trouble here right now,” Nemesis added. 
“True.” I nodded. 
We’d had problem after problem for the first few days after coming here, but things had calmed down after that. 
There was no sign that anything was about to happen now, and the local quests reflected that — there were only tame ones like ruin investigation and town restoration. 
“We’ll hang around and do a bunch of those before returning to Gideon,” I said. 
“It feels like it’s been so long since you were kidnapped by that fox,” Nemesis commented. 
Well, it’s been an impressive journey, I thought. We went all the way from Gideon in the south to Quartierlatin in the north. 
“I actually miss Gideon quite a bit,” said Nemesis. “I’d love to be back soon.” 
“Same here,” I said. “It’s pretty far, though. Even getting to the capital takes a while. We’ll go back to Altea on Thursday the 6th, then go to Gideon over Friday and Saturday.” 
We’d have to talk it out with Azurite, though. She was still working here in Quartierlatin. 
“Wouldn’t we return faster by riding Silver through the sky?” Nemesis asked. 
“The skies above the capital have the occasional Pure-Dragon flying around,” I replied. 
“Now that... is troubling.” 
If there was one thing we’d learned from Gigaknight, it was that we were weak against enemies who didn’t rely on any gimmicks, but were simply strong. 
We were bound to fare badly against flying dragons who would fight from outside my range and use various breaths. 
Sure, I’d beaten a Pure-Dragon-tier worm near Gideon before, but it wasn’t a good comparison to the sky beasts above Altea. 
“Riser told me that you could even come across UBMs there,” I added. 
“Mm-hm... Let’s avoid needless deadly battles. You’ve had too many of those recently.” 
“Seriously.” I wanted some peace and quiet right now. 
I’d probably get more than enough of that if I just didn’t log in, but that would leave a bad taste in my mouth. 
“Anyway, we’ll think about the way back later,” I said. “For now, let’s just take care of our business for today.” 
“You’re planning on going to a craftsman, right?” 
“Yeah. They offered, so I might as well.” A local craftsman had offered to make something out of the metal powder I’d acquired from the whale. The place wasn’t far from the local save point, so we went there right away. 
It was a mix of workshop and store. It specialized in equipment, and there were two counters: one for buying ready-made equipment, and one for ordering custom-mades. 
“Now that I think about it, all the equipment you’ve ever had has been either monster loot, ready-mades, or gifts,” Nemesis commented. 
“True.” 
All I’d ever gotten in the past was either store-bought gear, MVP special rewards, gacha pulls, or gifts from B3. 
“A custom-made certainly won’t hurt,” said Nemesis. 
“I do have the money and mats for it,” I nodded. “It’ll be my first one.” 
Speaking of order-made gear, I knew someone who knew a lot about that: Juliet. 
Her gothic dress-armor and many other things she wore were order-mades. 
We’d even talked about the subject once... 
 
A few days before Miss Eldritch kidnapped me from Gideon, Juliet and I had a mock battle. 
If you ignored Figaro, a Superior, and Marie, who primarily used ranged attacks, Juliet was the sparring partner I had the most trouble with. 
This was due to her build being extremely balanced. She could move at the speed of sound, fly, had powerful physical and magical attacks, intense debuffs through her curses, and a knight grouping Superior Job, Fallen Knight, which gave her great defense. 
Sure, I could turn her debuffs into buffs by using the second form’s Reversal, but that barred me from using Vengeance, which overall just made it worse for me. 
On top of that, I didn’t have my left arm, so I couldn’t use Purgatorial Flames. And Nemesis was in her second form, as I wouldn’t get Monochrome until I went to Torne later. 
I lost the overwhelming majority of my mock battles against the rankers, but Juliet was easily the one who beat me the most times. 
This was simply due to the fact that we were often online at the same time, and thus sparred the most. 
Apparently, she was a middle-schooler who also lived in Japan. We were in the same time zone, and just as I’d started Dendro on my pre-college holiday, she’d started her spring break right after Franklin’s Game, so our online times coincided a lot, and we had many mock battles because of it. 
Well... my online times coincided even more with Shu’s and Marie’s, who were not only living in Japan, but were also unemployed, but we didn’t spar a lot because Shu was busy with his popcorn stand, while Marie had an important job as a mediator between Count Gideon and the ninjas now working there, among other things. 
Well, back to the main matter. While Juliet beat me more than anyone else, I was also learning a lot from her. 
Though I still wasn’t perfect at it, she was the one I had to thank for teaching me how to counter those moving at supersonic speed, and since my battle style incorporated rare things such as Counter Absorption, Vengeance, Silver, and MVP special rewards, she also ended up learning a thing or two. 
That was what she said, anyway. My guess was that she was preparing to fight someone who used unique battle styles and special rewards. 
At first I’d assumed it was Figaro, but by now, my guess was that it was Rosa, who was just below Juliet in the rankings. That was probably the reason why she’d shown me her most secret move a whole bunch of times now. It was like she was testing it on me. 
Now, since Juliet and I sparred a lot, we tended to have many post-spar chats over lunches or tea. On this particular day, we talked about fashion. 
The reason for that was the fact that, just a few days ago, I’d pulled the BR Armor from the gacha. The once-cursed, spiky armor that had melted in the battle against Monochrome had really intrigued her. 
“Although no longer bound by the abyssal shell of malediction, it continues to shine an obsidian black,” Juliet said. 
That roughly translated to: “That spiky armor looks cool even without the curse!” 
I liked it myself. It was better than glasses, animal ears, or crossdressing, anyway. 
“Is this truly a praisable design?” asked Nemesis, clearly not sharing our sentiment. 
Looking back at it, Nemesis had been very critical of my fashion even before we’d met Azurite. 
“Goblin bracers, corpse greaves, an iron prosthetic arm, spiky curse armor... where are you even going with this?” she muttered. 
“’Tis naught but the wondrous and mysterious hand of fate,” Juliet said with shining eyes. 
Nemesis sighed in response, but I couldn’t tell if it was because she didn’t have anything to say or didn’t understand Juliet’s words, which, by the way, meant: “You got this design set from MVP rewards and the gacha! You didn’t even try for it! It’s gotta be fate! Wow!” 
She then added, “If you wish to resist fate and reveal yourself to the world in a new form, you must resolve to sacrifice material wealth in exchange.” 
“Hm?” Nemesis raised an eyebrow. 
“She’s saying that if you want something with a specific design, get it custom-made,” I translated. 
According to Juliet, though it was based on their stats and skill levels, craftsmen could slightly alter the designs of the gear they were making. 
From what I’d been told, before people like those in The Triangle of Wisdom — that lab coat lunatic’s clan — had come along and made things like humanoid robots, most items crafted by Masters had been exactly that: just slightly-altered non-originals. 
Still, the increase in Masters that could create new things hadn’t decreased the demand for design changes, and even now, you had many Masters who came to craftsmen to forge their own unique look. 
Juliet was one of them. She regularly used the money she won in duels and materials she got from kills to order various new gear from her favorite craftsmen. She probably liked trying out new clothes. You could even see her walk around the normal clothing shops. 
Not too long ago, I’d seen her in front of some shop’s show window, talking to Chelsea and some other girl I didn’t recognize. They must have been having a hearty chat about fashion, like the girls they were. 
“My false eye itself was wrought by the hands of those with art and ability,” Juliet said as she reached for her right eye and removed its surface. 
It was a contact lens. 
I’d always thought that both her eyes were red, but the one under the lens was blue. 
“You can even have custom-made colored contacts?” I asked. 
“Certainly. This one bears the powers of Identification and Reveal.” 
That reminded me of when I’d met Franklin for the first time. He’d been wearing a penguin costume and mentioned that you could get glasses with skills on them. 
I guess contact lenses are the same, I thought. Do they count as accessories? 
“The truly exceptional false eyes have the power to throw your foe’s condition into disharmony,” Juliet added. 
Oh? There are contact lenses that give debuffs by just looking? That’s pretty strong, I thought. Still, you can probably negate them with the right level and resistances. 
“Why is that one colored?” I asked. 
“I began having eyes of a different hue, bewitching in purity, but it came to be known that the foes see such a quality as an ill omen,” she explained. 
“...I see.” 
So at first, she’d used transparent contact lenses, but since her avatar had heterochromia, her enemies would be wary of something in her eyes despite the transparency, so she’d switched to one colored contact and one transparent one, to make her eyes appear the same color. 
Every now and then, you would see manga with characters who hid their heterochromia — and with it, some sort of power — behind contacts, but in Juliet’s case, the contact was the power, while her avatar’s heterochromia was just a bit of fashion. 
But now, you couldn’t even tell that she had heterochromia, so the fashion factor was gone. 
I was guessing that this had caused an inner conflict between her as a fashion-loving middle schooler, and her as a high-ranking duelist. 
“Did you just imply that heterochromia is merely a bit of middle schooler-like fashion?” Nemesis asked telepathically. 
What else? I replied. 
“This false eye also demands the remains of a crystalline Pure-Dragon, bestowing upon it an immense value,” Juliet added. 
“You need materials for custom-made items?” I asked. 
“If you seek apparel that reaches supreme heights in its splendor, you must be willing to part with elements common folk cannot procure, some so precious that not even the weavers of finest cloth have them in store.” 
She had basically just said, “Craftsmen sometimes don’t have the material for high-level gear,” which was completely right. Most Pure-Dragon-tier material couldn’t be found on the market, and if it somehow got there, it’d be really expensive. 
It didn’t mean much to me, though. I couldn’t equip any of that fancy gear at my level, so there was no point in gunning for it, even if I had the money. 
If there was one thing to take from this, it was that it was standard to bring your own material when ordering a custom-made item. 
Side note: UBM MVP special rewards were sometimes materials which had to be used by craftsmen to become something useful. 
“How troubling it is that you are aesthetically complete,” said Juliet. 
“Ray,” said Nemesis, “what did she just say?” 
“‘Your set is so perfect that there’s really no point in ordering any custom-made items...’” 
“THIS is your idea of perfection?!” 
 
Yeah, that was the conversation Juliet and I’d had. 
Since then, I’d lost the spiky gear and instead gotten a black coat and armor of fire and darkness, so I was beginning to feel like my personal fashion was converging on the darker side. 
“...Really? ‘On the darker side’? Is that the extent of what you think of the disaster that is your equipment?” asked Nemesis. 
“I see your point. This gear would let me be the star of a dark overlord fashion show,” I said. 
Deafening. Silence. 
“I’m cracking a joke here. How about a reaction? At least boo me if it’s that bad.” 
“You said nothing but the truth. I had no comment whatsoever.” 
Anyway, this “dark overlord” gear of mine couldn’t really be replaced. 
The three MVP special rewards were closely linked to my fighting style, while the VDA I had as my upper body armor was both really good and a gift from B3. Therefore, the only open slots I had were lower body armor, headgear, and accessories. 
I noticed that Nemesis looked somewhat pensive. 
“What now?” I asked. 
“...Nothing,” she replied. 
“Hm?” 
Oh well, I thought as I went back to considering my gear. 
In my hand, I held the shining material — the metal particles — I’d gotten from the whale. 
I could get some lower body armor, but the result would be plate mail, and thus would probably make it harder to move around. Besides that, I had headgear and accessories... but then I decided to just ask the craftsman about my options. 
In the store, I met the same person who’d recommended I have something crafted using the powder, and he gave me a list of items they could craft from it. Apparently, Countess Quartierlatin had given him some of it, too, and they were in the process of investigating its properties and uses. 
The powder turned out to be really easy to work with, and it could be used to make various pieces of high-quality equipment. It must’ve been one of the reasons why the whale regenerated so quickly. 
As I looked through the relatively small list, I saw an “Anti-Poison Oxygen Mask.” 
“This one’s good,” I said. 
It counted as an accessory, and once equipped, it provided a flow of clean air. 
I really needed something like it for whenever I used Hellish Miasma or flew around on Silver. 
Besides, its name was “Storm Visage,” which sounded crazy cool to me. 

I’d clearly found what I was looking for, so I wrote it down on the order form. 
There was a section for the design, too, but since the designs I thought were good didn’t sit right with Nemesis, I decided to respect her and not think about it myself. 
Instead, I just wrote down, “Please make it match my current set.” 
This was the kind of thing best left to the pros! Nemesis would surely be glad I took this route. 
“Hey,” Nemesis spoke up. “A chill just went down my spine. Did you write something strange on that form?” 
“Hey, it’s all good,” I said. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.” 
“I certainly hope so...” 
Anyway, that ended my first order of a custom-made item. 
I can’t wait until it’s done! 
 
After ordering the Storm Visage, I went to the adventurer’s guild to pick up a quest. 
Quartierlatin’s adventurers’ guild was away from both the ruins and the town center that Logan targeted, so it hadn’t suffered any damage in the attacks, and was functioning as normal. 
Scratch that — it wasn’t normal, since you had way more Masters and tians looking for quests through the catalogs than usual. 
It looked like many people had rushed over to Quartierlatin to help. 
Azurite had told me that at first, she’d banned the adventurers’ guilds from spreading any info about the ruins, in order to keep the Masters away. Because of this, the only ones who’d come were those who’d gotten the info some other way, like I had through the DIN. 
But the ban was now lifted, so you now had people from all across the kingdom coming here on or for quests. 
“All right, let’s see what quests we have today,” I said as we sat down at a table that’d just opened up. 
However, there was someone else who sat down at it. 
“Hm?” 
“Oh?” 
Well, it’s crowded, anyway. Might as well share, I thought as I looked at his face. 
“...Hm?” I said. 
He looked familiar. 
It was a guy with a bandana on his head. Where had I seen it before? 
“Y-You’re Ray Starling the Unbreakable!” he suddenly raised his voice. 
Oh, so we did meet before, I thought. Wait, no. I’m weirdly famous, so I can’t be sure about that. Back in Torne, some PK clan even tried to beat me to make a name for themselves and— 
“AH!” 
It came back to me! This bandana guy is...! 
“The leader of Sol Crisis!” I shouted as I stood up from my chair. 
“Shh! Shh! Don’t mention that clan!” he put his finger in front of his mouth and signed for me to be quiet, then looked around in a panic. The guild was so crowded and noisy that no one noticed what was going on here. 
“Are you still after Ray?” asked Nemesis menacingly. 
Last time, B3 had handled Sol Crisis because they were using her name, but honestly, if there were PKers going after me, it was only fair that I would be the one to take them on. 
“No no no no! I’m not plannin’ on messin’ with ya anymore!” He lightly waved his hands in front of him and asked me to calm down. 
“Why would a PK clan come here, then?” I asked. “Are you plotting something? Like you did in Torne?” 
“I’m not! I’m just here to quest, man! And I’m not in a PK clan anymore. Not Sol Crisis.” 
“Hm?” 
As I wondered what he meant, he became dispirited and slumped down in his chair. He looked really down, and his shabby gear didn’t help at all. 
Even I, an ex-enemy, was kinda worried about him. 
“...What happened?” I asked. 
He hesitated for a moment, then began talking, saying, “The clan collapsed after the real deal kicked our asses back in Torne.” 
I said nothing, but I could see why that had happened. 
The clan had gathered members by stealing the authority of a major player killer: B3, AKA Barbaroy Bad Burn. 
It was only natural that they’d get many quitters after they learned that their Barbaroy was a fake and the real one had come in to beat them up. 
They’d probably also thought that she’d come after them again if they stayed. 
“The guys also put us to sleep and used Steal and Plunder to take all of our stuff...” he added. 
“Ouch...” Nemesis and I said in unison. 
So that was why his gear is different than it was in Torne, I thought. 
“Vermin... the guy who faked Barbaroy and the other founding member besides us... ran away before that happened to him. Blue and I stayed and tried to get the clan back up, but the aggro of the guys we tricked went all on us...” 
I didn’t know what to say to that. It was their own fault for faking B3, but I also felt kinda bad for him. 
“We couldn’t use ‘Sol Crisis’ anymore, so we changed it to ‘Rising Sun,’” he continued. “It’s just me and Blue, though, so it’s barely even a clan, really.” 
So that was what he’d meant by, “Not Sol Crisis.” 
“And ‘Blue’ is...?” I asked. 
“Blue Screen. The guy who shut down your Prism Steed replica back in Torne.” 
Oh, him, I thought. Silver’s not a replica, though. 
“Sorry ’bout that, by the way,” he added as he suddenly bowed to me. “I was in a PK clan, so I’m not gonna say sorry for trying to PK ya, but now I think we should’ve picked a better time for that. You beat the UBM, didn’t ya?” 
“Yeah.” I nodded. The Black Warcoat I was wearing was all the proof I needed to show that I’d killed the UBM that’d attacked Torne — Void of the Black Sky, Monochrome. 
“I didn’t think anyone could do that, and went after ya ’cause it seemed like the perfect chance... but you actually did it. In the end, we just got in your way and got flattened by Barbaroy. So damn stupid.” 
Once again, I had no words. Unlike Azurite, I didn’t have the Truth Discernment skill, but the self-derisive, sad-looking smile seemed pretty genuine to me. 
Maybe he’s not a bad guy at heart, I thought. 
“So why did you come here, anyway?” asked Nemesis. 
“I’m just looking for jobs. We’ve got no gear, gold, or people besides me and Blue, so we need ways to get money that don’t ask for much.” 
Well, there are tons of quests in Quartierlatin, so you can make some decent money here, I thought. 
“But if you’re here, then we’ll just go somewhere else. You probably couldn’t relax with us here,” he said as he stood up and prepared to leave the guild. “I’m out.” 
I stopped him by saying, “You don’t need to be considerate of me.” 
“What?” 
“You apologized, and honestly, that’s enough for me.” 
“...You sure?” 
“Yeah. You’ve already had it pretty rough, and it’s not like your getting in my way back in Torne resulted in something that couldn’t be undone.” 
I’d made it in time to save Louie, and we hadn’t gotten any major increases in casualties, so with the apology, it was all water under the bridge. 
“...Thanks.” Dum-Dum, the ex-leader of Sol Crisis and current leader of Rising Sun, bowed to me once again. 
“Still, I don’t know what B3 will think, so you should talk to her,” I added. “I’ll say something to her, too.” 
“Yeah. Thanks again. You tell me if Vermin or someone else starts bothering you again.” 
“Sure. I hope that doesn’t happen, though.” 
And just like that, the minor conflict between us, born back in Torne, reached a peaceful conclusion. 
Shortly after that, Dum-Dum found a quest that suited him and accepted it. 
After he left, Nemesis and I looked through the quest list for any good ones, but then one of the guild’s workers called us. She said that someone important was calling me and asked me to come to a certain room here in the guild. I could only think of two “important” people that could call me in this town, and sure enough, I came into the room to find one of them — a familiar masked lady. 
It was none other than the first princess of Altar, Altimia Azurite Altar. 
“Still wearing that mask?” I asked. 
“Many outsiders gather in this facility, after all. And why does it feel as though you always talk about my mask before you even greet me?” she replied, slightly annoyed. 
“I heard you needed me?” 
“Yes. To be specific, I need your connections.” 
Connections? 
“I assume you heard that the kingdom resumed the investigations into the ruins after the chaos surrounding them died down?” she asked. 
“Of course.” 
The quests in Quartierlatin that had appeared after the incident could be put into three groups: material gathering for rebuilding, monster hunting until the local knight order recovered and could take it over again, and ruin investigation. 
They were all backed by Countess Quartierlatin and the kingdom itself, so the rewards were generally higher than usual. However, the ruin investigation quests had ended yesterday, and I hadn’t seen a single one of them today. 
“Aren’t you done with ruins investigation?” asked Nemesis. 
“We have finished exploring the interior, at least,” Azurite replied. 
“What do you mean?” I asked. 
“Simply put, we are done exploring it as a standard dungeon, but the investigations are going nowhere.” 
According to her, they’d shifted from mere exploration to trying to figure out what they could do with the technology. 
“But as things are now, Altar does not have any people capable of that.” 
“I see.” 
For that, you needed people with jobs and skills related to machines, but due to the inherent nature of the countries, most of them were in either Dryfe or Granvaloa — certainly not Altar. 
Some had taken the machine-related jobs available at the crystal in the ruins here, but their level was still low, so they couldn’t be useful for this. 
“We could hire outsiders, but that would be careless,” added Azurite. 
Of course it would be, I thought. 
The ruins were a classified matter — one serious enough to cause Dryfe to get involved. Altar clearly couldn’t just hire anyone who didn’t serve the country’s interests. 
“I can only entrust this matter to someone who is both trustworthy and has knowledge of machines, or someone who is vouched for by someone I trust,” she said. 
“And so you’re asking if I know someone like that?” 
“Yes. Does anyone come to mind?” 
“Hm...” 
There was one person who came to mind before anyone else. However, he wasn’t here, couldn’t come here, and I couldn’t let him take this. 
The second person who came to mind was Shu, but while his Embryo, Baldr, was very mechanical, it didn’t mean that he was fit for the job. In fact, I could totally imagine him somehow destroying the ruins. 
The third person who came to mind was B3. She was well-informed and surely knew more people than me. I felt like she could find the perfect solution to this problem. 
“I know someone who’s very knowledgeable,” I said. “I’ll ask her.” 
“I see. Is she trustworthy?” Azurite asked. 
“Of course.” 
She’d easily make the top five people I trusted the most. 
“She said she’s coming here tomorro— I mean, in three days. You can talk to her yourself.” 
“Good idea. I will still be here in Quartierlatin, so I’ll meet her.” 
Thus, I arranged a meeting between B3 and Azurite. 
“Is it really a good idea to let them meet?” asked Nemesis telepathically. 
Huh? They’re both the diligent type, so I’m sure they’ll get along, I replied. They both have a thing for hiding their faces, too. 
“You are no different, no?” 
Having just ordered the Storm Visage, I really couldn’t deny that. 
Once Azurite and I were done talking, I picked up a quest, left the guild, and walked through Quartierlatin. 
The restoration efforts were going well, but many buildings were still damaged, and the trees and flowers that distinguished this town from the rest were still a huge mess. 
Those were the scars of the recent incident, and they reminded me of how Gideon had looked after Franklin’s Game. 
“Hm...” I murmured. 
Remembering that made me think of a certain someone. He was a friend I’d faced twice — once at the gate, and again atop Franklin’s Embryo. 
“Someone trustworthy who knows a lot about machines, huh...?” I added to myself. 
It was the first person who’d come to mind when Azurite asked me. 
“What’s Hugo up to these days?” I wondered. I hadn’t seen him since our final clash in Gideon. Over a month had passed since, so I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing now... 
 





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