Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! (LN) - Volume 4 - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Geo Malifex 

After Felmenia rendezvoused with Suimei, the housemates of the Yakagi residence were all assigned their own duties. Lefille largely stayed at home to take care of the cats and the cleaning, while it was decided that Felmenia would be in charge of the cooking. And of course, as the owner of the house, Suimei had an important duty assigned to him as well. 

Indeed, Suimei was to devote himself to studying the hero summoning circle, as well as teaching Felmenia about magicka on the side. But he had his share of everyday responsibilities as well, including heating up the bath and managing their finances. In fact, on any normal day, he would be filling the tub with water and heating it up right about now while Lefille and the new bath-loving convert Felmenia waited impatiently. 

But this was no normal day. It had been a few days since Suimei had gone to confront the small shadow known as Liliana, but Suimei was still quietly recuperating from their encounter. That night, her berserk dark magic and the following fight with the sinful figure it summoned had done serious damage to his astral body. As a result, Suimei still wasn’t back to his normal self. He could scarcely even move. 

During the panic that followed when the tall shadow showed up and Liliana escaped, he’d been unable to give chase. So despite being seriously outnumbered, the tall shadow also managed to evade all its pursuers and escape into the dark of the night. After putting up with Elliot’s questions, Suimei somehow managed to drag himself back home. But showing up in such a terrible state, he gave Felmenia and Lefille quite a scare. They were nursing him, but he’d ended up causing quite a bit of inconvenience for them. 

He knew that he should be out continuing his investigation, but there was nothing he could do in this condition. The girls had their own responsibilities to see to, and now they were taking care of him as well. Suimei was currently half sitting up on the bed in the living room as Felmenia came to refill his water pitcher. He called out to her, both by way of gratitude and an apology. 

“Sorry.” 

“Do not worry about it. Please just take your time to rest until your body gets better.” 

Felmenia replied with a smile, but it still didn’t sit well with Suimei. 

“No, I can’t really do that.” 

“What do you mean, you... Ah.” 

In a somewhat ditzy tone, she came to realize what he meant. Indeed, Suimei didn’t even need to say what was worrying him. It concerned Liliana’s situation. On the night of their encounter, Elliot and his group had seen Liliana’s face before she heeded the order of the tall shadow and vanished. It was still unknown whether she’d met up with the tall shadow after the fact, but there was no denying that she was in quite a predicament either way. There was plenty of evidence to raise suspicions about her now. 

They hadn’t yet heard that she’d been apprehended, but they still didn’t know what was currently going on. And Suimei had been worried about the countless possibilities since that night. But coming out of the fog of such thoughts, he realized Felmenia was staring at him with her eyes narrowed and her lips tightly pursed. Her expression, which looked like she was extremely critical, conveyed so much more than that. She was also extremely sympathetic and worried. Acknowledging that, Suimei spoke up in resignation. 

“I get it. I’ll wait until I’m better.” 

“Please do. I know you’re worried about Liliana Zandyke, Suimei-dono, but you have to understand that Lefille and I are worried about you, too.” 

“Sorry.” 

“...I thought you were more of the careful type, but it seems you’re actually quite reckless.” 

“Yeah, I hear that a lot.” 

“Is that something to laugh about...? If you keep acting like this, Lefille will scold you again, you know?” 

Felmenia reproached him with a bit of honest and concerned advice, but Suimei still gave her a bitter smile. After he’d returned to the house that night and his condition had stabilized, what awaited him was the long and angry scolding of the tiny big sister Lefille. Suimei could still hear her saying things like “you always make me worry” and “don’t ever be so reckless again” in the back of his mind. 

But she was exactly right. Suimei was well aware that he’d been somewhat careless to get caught up in all this. But the same had been true in Lefille’s case not long ago. He’d thought that it would get better over time, but it seemed that it wasn’t so easy to shake your natural disposition. And while Suimei was having this conversation with Felmenia, Lefille came into the living room carrying a heap of baggage. 

“Heave... ho! Heave... ho!” 

She was adorably putting all her effort into carrying what she had in her hands. It wasn’t particularly heavy, but it completely blocked her view of what was in front of her. It was quite a precarious position to be in, and Felmenia called over to her in a gentle tone accordingly. 

“Lefille, it’s dangerous to carry too many things at once. Shouldn’t you put some of that down?” 

“It’s alright, Lady Felmenia. A little bit of luggage that’s taller than I am is nothing. You know, in my original form, I used a greatsword that was taller than I was too... Heave-ho!” 

“Lefi, be careful.” 

“Yeah, thanks.” 

Suimei expressed a bit of his kind concern as well, but Felmenia sat there looking rather confused. It seemed she found it most strange how this small child always spoke of such things. 

“Suimei-dono...?” 

“Hmm? Oh. Most of my body’s functions are dedicated to healing right now. My mind isn’t exactly working properly.” 

After turning back to Suimei, Felmenia realized he was lying down and blankly staring into space. To use magicka to restore his astral body, he had to enter this kind of trance-like state. All Felmenia could do was watch on with loving concern as she sat by his side. 

“I cannot tell very well by the look of it, but is it bad?” 

“If it were any normal injury, it could be healed right away with magicka. But what was injured this time was my astral body, not my physical one, which can’t be easily healed with magicka the same way.” 

“...You’re saying that you can heal physical injuries with ease?” 

“Well, yeah.” 

Suimei answered Felmenia quite plainly as Lefille finished putting away the baggage and returned to them. She then also took a seat next to the bed with a surprised look on her face. 

“So injuries to the body are no obstacle for you, huh? You sure do say some amazing things without realizing it... Anyway, you said the astral body, didn’t you? I remember you talking about this before, but didn’t you prepare defenses for something like this?” 

“Dark magic is too peculiar. The magicians of our world, even the demonologists, don’t use that kind of dangerous curse in that way any more, after all. It was perfectly reasonable for me to assume no one in their right mind would use an attack like that... Well, either way, in short, my preparation was lacking or I was simply negligent. I... ah...” 

In the middle of his explanation, Suimei started fumbling over his words. Since his mind wasn’t operating at full capacity, he was having trouble putting his thoughts together properly. 

“It seems like this isn’t a good time to ask questions.” 

“It appears so. It seems our difficult questions will have to wait.” 

“Yeah, thanks guys.” 

Suimei was grateful the two girls were so considerate of him and his condition. Felmenia then suddenly seemed to remember something and stood up from her chair. 

“That’s right! Suimei-dono, I made you something to eat. Please wait a moment.” 

There was a hurried pitter-patter as Felmenia ran off to the kitchen, and she returned shortly with a wooden bowl in hand. Inside was a pure white, steaming soup dotted with perfectly circular, tender-looking beans. 

“Here, Suimei-dono. This is pearl bean potage. Enjoy.” 

“Oh, thanks.” 

Suimei received the bowl of potage and beans, though he barely even looked at it. With his eyes closed, he took a spoonful and slowly lifted it to his mouth. However, with the vast majority of brain function dedicated to his recovery, he was doing so in a daze and his movements were shaky. 

“Suimei-kun, that seems dangerous.” 

“Sorry.” 

“In that case, Suimei-dono, please pass me the bowl and spoon.” 

“Sure.” 

Suimei handed the bowl and spoon over to Felmenia. She then scooped up some of the potage with the spoon and smiled. 

“Okay, Suimei-dono. Say, ‘aah!’” 

“L-Lady Felmenia, I’m sure that Suimei-kun would never... What?” 

“Aah...” 

When Felmenia opened her mouth and urged Suimei to imitate her, he did so without reservation—he couldn’t afford such a thing. Felmenia promptly stuck the spoon in his open mouth, and Suimei took a bite of the soup. Lefille’s jaw dropped as she witnessed something she never would have imagined Suimei doing willingly. 

“...Suimei-kun, are you that defenseless?” 

Surely there was absolutely no way Suimei would do something so embarrassing under normal circumstances. And if he was willing to do it now, it had to be a sign of just how bad off he was. 

“Sorry about this, Menia...” 

“Think nothing of it.” 

Lefille leaned forward in a daze while watching Felmenia, who was smiling sweetly. 

“Lady Felmenia, Lady Felmenia! I want to do it too!” 

“Certainly.” 

“Now, Suimei-kun, say ‘aah.’” 

“Aah...” 

As she’d hoped, Suimei also obediently opened his mouth for her. There wasn’t a single hint of resistance or unwillingness from him. He simply quietly chewed the food offered to him. Observing the compromised Suimei, the two girls exchanged excited glances. 

“This isn’t so bad. Suimei-kun is cute.” 

“Indeed he is.” 

The normal Suimei would be valiantly protecting his two beautiful housemates. But now it was their turn to take care of him. Suimei would undoubtedly want to crawl in a hole later when he remembered such embarrassing memories, but that didn’t seem to matter right now. 

“All right, Lefille, it’s my turn now.” 

“Of course, Lady Felmenia.” 

Until the contents of the bowl were completely emptied, they took turns feeding Suimei the potage. 

Sitting on the southern side of the imperial capital was the massive Castle Groschler. It was the tallest structure in all the Empire. It was the seat from which the emperor governed the state and listened to the advice of the nobles. As the political center of the Empire, it also served as the nation’s main governmental office. It originally stood quite firmly as a fortress city, and over the course of its long history, it had withstood many crises that threatened to topple the Empire. Its impressive architecture was widely known even outside the country. 

In its administration room, a crimson red carpet covered the floor and a crest-bearing flag hung from the ceiling. This luxurious room could be said to be a symbol of the emperor’s authority. It was a place where important people gathered to push their opinions on each other and their subordinates. There was a tense air in the room right now, accompanied by a sinister feeling underneath it. Rogue Zandyke detected it immediately upon entering the room. Keeping up his usual stiff expression, he bent a knee before the prince sitting atop his throne. 

“Colonel Rogue Zandyke of the intelligence division, reporting in response to your summons, sire.” 

With his head down, Rogue presented himself as one would expect in the presence of royalty. After announcing himself, one of the elderly statesmen in the room told him to raise his head. Rogue obeyed, and lifted his eyes to behold the young man in elegant garments that was looking down on him. This was the first imperial prince of the Nelferian Empire, Reanat Filas Rieseld. Even in Castle Groschler where powerful men frequently butted heads, he was a talented individual who handled all state affairs flawlessly whenever the emperor was absent. And before Reanat, Rogue once more bowed down. 

“It is good to see you in high spirits, Your Highness. I would like to ask you of a trifling matter, but was His Imperial Majesty not responsible for government affairs today?” 

As the emperor of Nelferia was getting quite advanced in years, the day-to-day affairs of the nation were split between him and the crown prince in turns. This relieved some of the burden on the emperor, and gave Prince Reanat a firm foundation in the business. And on this particular day, it was supposed to be the emperor’s shift. When Rogue mentioned this, Reanat put on a faint smile and glanced at the throne next to him where the emperor ordinarily sat. 

“His Majesty is in the Ruby Palace. It seems he will be unable to tend to governmental affairs today, thus I have come forth. Good grief, His Majesty’s moodiness sure is problematic... Heheheh.” 

Reanat let out something of a strange laugh as Rogue bowed his head even more deeply once again. At the mention of the emperor, who’d run off to one of the imperial villas, the Ruby Palace, to play around with women, the prince must have been internally sighing. Realizing as much, Rogue waited for the prince to recollect himself. 

Reanat then suddenly ceased his stifled laughter. The last few notes of it that hung in the air were like a premonition of the change in the atmosphere. As Rogue assumed they were moving on to the main topic, he stiffened a bit and put himself on guard for what Reanat had to say. Propping up his chin with his hand supported by the throne’s elegant armrest, the prince spoke. 

“So, Rogue, are you already aware of the reason that you have been summoned here today?” 

“...Though it may be presumptuous of me to say so, I believe it would be about Liliana.” 

“That is correct. This concerns the culprit behind the coma incidents, and whether that may or may not be your daughter. She was spotted at the scene of the crime the other day, but then fled and has yet to be found. Have her whereabouts been determined since then?” 

“No, we have exhaustively searched for her, but we have still been unable to establish her whereabouts.” 

“Has she not returned to your residence?” 

“It is just as I said.” 

After Rogue’s short reply, one of the elderly statesmen spoke up. 

“Perhaps you’re sheltering her? She is your daughter, after all.” 

“No, I would never do such a thing...” 

“Oh? According to the military police, the victims of these incidents were all particularly high-ranking nobles. It’s not impossible to conceive that some young upstart like yourself is using their daughter to enact some sort of scheme, is it?” 

The elderly statesman’s words were roundabout. He was implying that Rogue was making a move to improve his status by taking out the people who would stand in his way. However, Rogue denied this. 

“I have heard that not all of the victims were high-ranking individuals.” 

“Shameless! The vast majority were those who regarded you with suspicion, including those lower in status than you!” 

The statesman’s aggressive and somehow contrived voice echoed through the air. Following it were murmurs of agreement from all sides. Suspicions against Liliana filled the room. In this situation, even the nobles who were Rogue’s allies were unable to speak up in his defense. As the statesmen were getting worked up, Reanat let out a deliberately loud sigh. 

“...Will you cease that? It has not yet been determined that Liliana is the criminal.” 

At Reanat’s behest, the loud voices of discontent clamoring in the room quieted down in an instant. Even the statesman who first cast blame on Rogue withdrew immediately. It was as though they’d all been trying to leave a bad impression of Rogue on Reanat and the other neutral nobles, and were content to back down when they felt they’d made their point. Rogue could sense stifled laughter in the silent room. After observing that the atmosphere in the air had calmed down, Reanat began speaking again. 

“Starting that kind of argument in this place will get us nowhere. First we must search for Liliana, who is under suspicion, and put all of our strength into investigating the incidents.” 

“Naturally.” 

The statesman who had been raising a fuss readily assented to Reanat’s plan. But then, as if staging an ulterior motive, he immediately followed up with his own input. 

“I believe there is something that we must decide on before that, however.” 

“Something that we must decide on...?” Rogue asked skeptically. 

“Responsibility, is it? In that case, you are certainly correct.” 

Rogue knit his brow at the statesman’s vague declaration, but Reanat had immediately caught on to his intent. He then directed his cold gaze at Rogue. 

“If the investigation proceeds, then your daughter will eventually be found. If, at that time, Liliana is determined to be the criminal, what will you do?” 

“Please wait a moment, Your Highness. Hasn’t it not yet been determined if Liliana is to blame?” 

“But in the case that she is, how will you take responsibility? That is the matter at hand right now.” 

One of the statesmen summarized Reanat’s meaning for Rogue. Surely they were being too hasty in determining a punishment so soon. As Rogue discreetly glanced over at the statesman, he could see him laughing with a smirk. It was obvious that they were planning on pinning false charges on Liliana. But perhaps because Reanat held Rogue in high regards, he added on to the statesman’s summary. 

“Rogue, both you and your daughter are great assets to the Empire. I would also like to believe she is innocent. However, you must also know that our country has strict laws. Thus, to prepare for the worst case, this is something that we must decide.” 

One of the statesmen chimed in again there, adding, “Imperial Military Guidelines article 12, clause number 3. A colonel like yourself wouldn’t make light of that, would you? When the time comes, I believe that you should also wish for a suitable punishment.” 

“So, Rogue,” said the prince, “do you have some sort of answer for us?” 

Rogue waited for everyone to be silent, then responded to Reanat’s question. 

“...My daughter’s failures are also my failures. I will relinquish my rank in the army, and step down from my seat as one of the Elite Twelve.” 

“Understood.” 

As Reanat’s acknowledgment echoed through the room, one of the statesmen raised his voice once more. 

“That is how it should be. I believe it is appropriate for the colonel to take responsibility for his own daughter’s actions.” 

“Is that not a little severe?” 

“We are talking about the one ultimately responsible for things ending up in this state. It is only proper... Don’t you think so, colonel?” 

“...I understand completely.” 

Under pressure, Rogue once more bowed down. Observing all this for a short while, Reanat then spoke up. 

“The fact that a resolution to this incident has been delayed is something His Majesty is also taking seriously. With demonic activity on the rise and a potential invasion on the horizon, we cannot have internal turmoil in the nation that goes unresolved.” 

The noble who made the first statement eagerly agreed with the prince, adding, “You are most right. We must earnestly dedicate ourselves to the investigation. However, it seems that the Holy State’s hero is currently involved as well.” 

“I am aware that it will be difficult to get involved. However, it is also true that at this rate, we will not get anywhere. Therefore, with regards to the investigation of this case, there will be a change.” 

“A change, Your Highness?” 

“Indeed. Up until now, the military police and the intelligence division have been working together on the investigation. The investigation headquarters is integrated between the two of them. So for the time being, command of headquarters will be entrusted to this person.” 

Reanat issued a brief command for someone to be let in, and the door opened. The one who emerged and walked to Reanat’s side was... 

The knock of a visitor at the front door echoed throughout the Yakagi residence in the imperial capital. Felmenia went to get it, and quickly returned from the entranceway to report. In a sense, it was exactly as Suimei expected. 

“Suimei-dono, it’s the military police of the imperial capital.” 

Felmenia delivered this news with a grave expression, and Suimei calmly acknowledged what she said. At present, Suimei was now in much better physical shape after wholly devoting himself to his recovery over the last few days. He wasn’t quite back in peak condition, but he was at least back on his feet and could manage his everyday life again. 

For the time being, he wanted to make up for all the time he’d lost while he couldn’t move and was wondering what to start with. This happened to be one of his main considerations. The two girls, however, looked most concerned. Lefille, who was standing next to Felmenia, was the next to speak up. 

“The military police... Suimei-kun, what do we do?” 

“Let’s see... For now, let’s just meet with them.” 

“But once you do...” 

“I know.” 

Indicating that he had properly thought it through, Suimei headed to the entranceway where the military police were waiting. Depending on the situation, there was the possibility that things could deteriorate quickly, but nothing would happen at all if they just left them waiting. As he approached, Suimei greeted the policeman who was waiting in the entranceway, who returned a courteous bow. His uniform was extremely neat and well kept, his conduct was lively, and his words were also very polite. 

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am affiliated with the Empire’s military police, Third Regiment. You are Suimei Yakagi-san, correct?” 

“Yes. What business brings you here today?” 

“I will get straight to the point. I would like you to accompany us, Yakagi-san.” 

The policeman politely replied to Suimei, who was feigning ignorance. And as his reply indicated, there were several other officers standing outside the door. Suimei guessed that they were planning on taking him to the station and thoroughly questioning him about the events of that night. Suimei answered the man in a somewhat troubled voice. 

“I see... My apologies, but I’m in rather poor health at the moment. Would it not be possible to leave it for another day?” 

“That... I’m afraid not.” 

“Meaning?” 

“In the event you do not comply with our request, the brass has ordered us to bring you along by force.” 

It was a rather violent approach. However, the military policeman who delivered this news didn’t seem fond of the idea either. He was currently rubbing his forehead with his fingers. This was likely because he sympathized with Suimei’s condition and did not really want to force him. But now that he knew force was on the table, Suimei knew that he wouldn’t be able to get out of this. Even if he used magicka to slip by this time, another member of the military police would simply come by and ask again later. In the end, the situation wouldn’t change. 

“We’re aware of your circumstances, but I’m afraid I must ask you to come with me. Will you?” 

The military policeman once more politely asked Suimei to comply. Lefille, who was standing behind Suimei, tugged at the cuff of his sleeve. As he leaned down towards her, she gave voice to the anxiety she was feeling deep down inside. 

“Suimei-kun, I have a bad feeling about this...” 

“Yeah, me too. But I think I don’t really have a choice other than going along here.” 

“Is that okay?” 

“I want to get a better handle on what’s going on anyway.” 

Suimei wanted to determine more than just Liliana’s location. Currently he had Felmenia gathering information for him, however he was still in the dark on how the government’s investigation was going. He was just planning how to make his move, so the timing of all this was actually quite opportune. But even after telling Lefille that, the sour frown on her face said she wasn’t entirely convinced. The one who tried to change her mind was Felmenia. Trying to put on a brave, trustworthy front, she boldly stepped forward. 

“Lefille, I will go along with them. That way there is no need to worry.” 

“Okay... I’ll leave Suimei-kun to you.” 

Lefille squeezed out a few dejected words of assent. It seemed worry for Suimei wasn’t the only thing on her mind. Lefille was impatient with the current situation. After shrinking, she had to resign herself from taking part in any conflict. She was unable to properly do things that she once did with ease, including defend herself. Suimei glanced over his shoulder at her and could see the mounting frustration in her tiny face. Still gripped by the image of her lonely figure, Suimei left the house with Felmenia. 

Suimei and Felmenia were now walking down the street, escorted by several military policemen. The officers were positioned both in front of and behind them. It very much so looked like they were being taken into custody, but they were neither suspects nor criminals. In truth, they were being handled very courteously by the police. 

According to Felmenia, the soldiers and military police of the Empire were very strict in terms of discipline. Thanks to that, their behavior on the whole was quite exemplary. Suimei recalled hearing something similar when he arrived in the country with Lefille. Since the Empire’s army was so strictly disciplined, it was well known even among the other nations for its caliber. It sounded somewhat analogous to the German army’s strict discipline. It was entirely possible that, much like Germany had once in the past, the Empire was progressing down the path of modernization as a militaristic nation. 

The design of the streets and residential areas in the imperial capital of Filas Philia differed from those of the royal capital of Astel in that it was more modern. From what Suimei had heard, this was something else that stood out in the Empire over the other nations. If things continued here like they had in Suimei’s world and Nelferia developed enough that it could recreate the first and second Industrial Revolutions, it was entirely possible that they would repeat the same failures of Suimei’s world as well. Nature and mystery were still in harmony here, but there was no way of knowing if that would remain true forever. 

“Suimei-dono, it’s been quite a while since you got some fresh air, hasn’t it?” 

“Hmm? Yeah, you’re right.” 

Just as she said, it had been several days since Suimei had stepped outside. Due to the damage to his astral body, he’d been bedridden all this time. He didn’t even have the leisure of taking a relaxing stroll. And perhaps because he hasn’t been outside in a while, the scenery of the city looked a bit restless to him. 

The citizens of the imperial capital appeared to be agitated. Suimei stole glances at the people they passed by, and it was like they were all on high alert for some unseen danger. Even the children who were running around outside seemed fearful and didn’t appear to be enjoying themselves. As Suimei was about to put this impression into words, Felmenia guessed his thoughts. 

“While you were convalescing, Liliana Zandyke was put on the wanted list. The imperial capital has been in this kind of state ever since.” 

“I expected this to an extent, but it’s become quite a stink, huh?” 

“It is because the identity behind the culprit has been made known. The people must feel like the danger is at hand.” 

“But we’re talking about a local soldier. This level of fear is a little...” 

“Liliana Zandyke was always someone with a reputation for using strange, powerful magic. She holds a title as part of the Elite Twelve and was appointed a special position within the military; she has always been recognized as a symbol of fear within the country. Thinking of it that way, this attitude in regards to her seems quite natural.” 

“To the regular citizens, that’s all this looks like, huh?” 

Felmenia gave a nod, but Suimei could only let out a sigh at the situation. 

“Even though she’s just a child... No, because she’s a child.” 

Normally, acquiring strength took a number of years of dedication. However, defying all expectation, Liliana was a genius mage even at her young age. The fact that she held the strength despite being merely a child was something that frightened a great many people. On top of that, there was the strange way she spoke and carried herself, which only intensified that impression. 

Liliana had plenty of enemies to begin with, but in light of recent developments, it seemed the entire city had turned against her. She wouldn’t be able to show her face anywhere. There was no telling what would happen to her if she did in a world like this. 

There was the possibility that the tall shadow was harboring her, but she wouldn’t necessarily be any better off that way. What the shadow had said to Liliana that night sounded very much like words of temptation. Thinking about the way they were using her, Suimei didn’t have a hard time imagining that they wouldn’t hesitate to cut her off and cast her aside. 

While Suimei was staring off into space thinking of such things, Felmenia suddenly began speaking to him while casting magicka. There was no change in what Suimei heard of her voice, but it was absolutely silent to everyone else. She was speaking to him in a magickal whisper. 

“You’re quite concerned about that girl, aren’t you, Suimei-dono? I have heard you only spoke to Liliana Zandyke on a few occasions, so why would you go so far for her?” 

“Is that weird?” 

“What? No, that’s not really what I meant, but...” 

“It’s fine. Even I know it’s a little strange.” Suimei flashed an awkward smile and began staring off into the distance. “How do I put it? There are times in this world where the only solution is to quietly give up, right? I hate that. Happiness lies ahead for those who refuse to give up, so being forced to do it is a terrible thing, you know?” 

“Suimei-dono...” 

That was truly how he felt. Suimei simply couldn’t bring himself to accept that resignation was the right answer. He couldn’t abide the idea that people were left to drown in a sea of tears with no hope of salvation. That was how sorrow multiplied. And that girl was drowning even now. Suimei recalled what she’d said that night. 

“Nobody needs me for anything but fighting.” 

Those words that came directly from Liliana’s mouth were nothing more than a lamentation, a sign of grief over her own misfortune. She was perpetually ostracized. And those were words of someone who was dearly clinging to their place in the world to establish their own existence. That was why Suimei was unable to look the other way. He couldn’t leave things like this. And while Suimei was pondering her whereabouts, Felmenia asked him a question. 

“The reason you want to return to your world, if I’m correct, is because even there, you have something to fight for?” 

“Well... Yeah.” 

While giving his short and vague reply, Suimei looked at his surroundings. He then realized something. 

“Now that I think about it, did they not impose martial law?” 

The atmosphere in the city was different, but there were still people walking around. It was clear no limitations had been placed on the citizens or their movements. In a dense, walled city like this, the likelihood of bumping into criminals was fairly high. Normally, until the criminal was caught, there would be restrictions placed on the citizenry to prevent any unnecessary moving around outside. But contrary to what Suimei expected, the streets seemed to be as busy as they ever were. The tradespeople and dwarves were all still going about their business as usual. 

“With regards to that, the hero from the Church of Salvation... Elliot-dono’s parade is coming up. The scheduled date is approaching quickly, so it seems enforcing any such restrictions would pose quite the problem.” 

“I see...” 

If they invoked martial law it would certainly affect the upcoming parade. Martial law could be a demoralizing thing for the public, which would inevitably undercut the celebration for the hero and any attempts the government was making to inspire the people. There were masses of foreigners pouring into the capital to see the parade too, so it would be quite a blow to the imperial capital’s tourism revenue if they imposed something like a curfew. So with little other recourse, the government was forced to allow people’s lives to continue as they normally did. Now having a grasp of the situation at hand, Suimei turned to the military policemen. 

“Excuse me, but isn’t it about time that you inform us of our destination?” 

“We are accompanying the two of you to the south plaza of Filas Philia.” 

“The south plaza?” 

Suimei knit his brows together upon hearing that answer. He was sure they were taking him to a station for questioning, so hearing they were headed to a plaza was a bit puzzling. Thinking about it, the military police, being taken away, a plaza... Adding altogether, the image of a guillotine popped into Suimei’s mind, however unlikely that was under the current circumstances. 

“Why a plaza?” 

“Her Imperial Highness Graziella is waiting for us there.” 

Suimei raised an eyebrow at receiving a second unexpected answer. This little mystery was only growing more mystifying. There was no way for him to intuit what was going on. If she was waiting for them, it had to mean that she was the one to summon them. But Suimei had no memory of getting involved with the nobility of this country. Why would a princess be waiting for him? As Suimei was mulling over his suspicions, Felmenia leaned in. 

“Her Imperial Highness Graziella is the Nelferian emperor’s third heir. It is said that she once split the ground beneath her enemies on the battlefield and swallowed them. She is a master of the earth attribute of such renown that she was given the title of Geo Malifex. She is called the strongest mage in the Empire.” 

“Huh... But still, why is that strongest mage in the Empire summoning me?” 

Suimei couldn’t connect the dots between this strange series of incidents. He knew it couldn’t all be completely unrelated, but he still didn’t really have a clue as to why he was being summoned. He articulated this, but even the military police wouldn’t answer him. Was it that they didn’t know either, or that they couldn’t say? Suimei wasn’t sure, but they appeared to be troubled as well. 

“Her Imperial Highness has something she would like to speak with you about.” 

“What’s that?” 

“I’m afraid I couldn’t tell you...” 

It seemed more and more likely that they didn’t know. There probably wasn’t a need to tell mere escorts anything. Suimei gave up on trying to get anything out of them and used magicka to whisper to Felmenia. 

“Menia, what kind of woman is that imperial princess?” 

“Just as I said before, she is the strongest mage in the Empire. She has an intense personality, and is the type to calmly do impossible things.” 

“...Now that I think about it, you said she was there when Reiji defeated Rajas, right?” 

“Yes, I was also present at the time and we had exchanged a few words. She seems to be the determined type. Please bear in mind that she is not someone that can be dealt with by ordinary means.” 

“I see...” 

As the southern plaza slowly came into view, Suimei could feel a storm coming and stroked his chin. Just like Lefille had said earlier, he had a bad feeling about this. 

The park at the south end of the imperial capital of Filas Philia was often called the Nobles’ Plaza. The vast majority of its visitors were high society. It was situated in one of the upper class districts of the city, and since the local nobles invested quite heavily in it, it was far more ostentatious and pompous than the other plazas around. The brick roads and flowerbeds throughout were well maintained, and unlike the central plaza, there were no shops in the area. Residential buildings surrounded the park, and there was one particularly large mansion situated in such a way that it seemed to use the plaza as its courtyard. 

The scale of the building was grand and the entire exterior was built from palm-colored bricks. The stairs out front fanned out to greet variegated beds of plants. It was just the kind of residence one would expect someone in a very high position or perhaps their children to inhabit. Instead, however, it was currently occupied by military police and soldiers who all seemed to be bustling as if there were some emergency. Suimei wasn’t sure about the reason behind all this, but it was likely that the nobles were unwelcoming of any intrusion on their lifestyle and that there was some discord between them and the military. 

Amidst all this, Suimei and Felmenia arrived at their destination and were told to wait in the corner of the plaza near a pavilion by the military police. Assuming that Graziella would be there, they headed in the designated direction and spotted a familiar figure from a distance. He had a fairly effeminate silhouette, a supple figure, blond hair, and blue eyes accentuated by long eyelashes. He was mistakable for a girl at first glance, but this was the beautiful hero Elliot Austin. He was gracefully seated on the red bricks surrounding a flower bed while talking to his magical priest attendant, Christa. 

“You’re...” 

Suimei unintentionally let out a word of surprise. Hearing this, Elliot stood up. 

“I see. So you were also called here?” 

Elliot seemed surprised as well, but only let it show for an instant before brushing back his blond hair. He then spoke with a slight amount of cynicism. 

“Are your injuries healed already?” 

“What, were you worried about me?” 

“Do not joke around. There is no way that I was.” 

“That’s true.” 

While joking around with Elliot, Suimei felt an unpleasant gaze fall on him. Looking for the source of it with his head cocked to the side, he spied Christa. It seemed that she had a hard time accepting the frivolous way Suimei was speaking to Elliot. Between the green braids that fell down on either side of her head, she was making a severe, high-strung face. On the other hand, when Elliot spotted Felmenia, he immediately made a pass at her. 

“Fem-san too, I see. It’s been too long.” 

“Y-Yes... It’s good to see you again.” 

“There is no need to be so humble. I wouldn’t mind if you were more carefree around me. Nevertheless, that platinum blonde is as beautiful as ever.” 

Elliot flashed a kind, brilliant smile that was drastically different from how he treated Suimei. It seemed he had mistaken Felmenia’s awkwardness as nervousness. Obviously Felmenia was mostly feeling self-conscious about being addressed by the fake name she’d made last time, but there was no way for Elliot to know that. After calling out to Elliot two or three times from the side, Christa deliberately cleared out her throat. 

“Ahem, Elliot-sama!” 

Christa called his name like she was threatening him, to which he responded by looking at her with a smile. 

“What is it, Christa?” 

He was either that oblivious, or he was just playing dumb. She then quite bluntly urged him to restrain himself. 

“Are you not getting a little too intimate with them?” 

“I’m only trying to get along with Fem-san. She may become our comrade, after all. Isn’t that alright?” 

“That...” 

Christa was perplexed at receiving an actual plausible explanation. Watching Elliot as he looked down at Christa, Suimei could see a hint of a bully’s expression on his face. 

“My, my, Christa, I forgot you were a bit of a jealous woman. Whenever I get along with other girls, you’re always like this.” 

“Wh-Wh-What are you saying, Elliot-sama?! I am not!” 

“Really now?” 

Elliot was now poking fun at Christa and waiting on her next move. To anyone watching them, it only looked like two beautiful people were flirting with each other. And forced to witness this after being dragged out of his house while he was still recovering, Suimei was a little pissed. While scowling at Elliot, who was trying to build himself a love triangle... 

“You should just explode.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Shut up. It’s nothing.” 

Despite saying that, Suimei continued to mumble the word “explode” over and over to himself like some sort of curse. The other three had no idea what he was saying, and could only cock their heads to the side. As Suimei was making no attempts at hiding his irritation, Felmenia turned to the other two. 

“Why are the two of you here?” 

“...Were you not informed?” 

“No, we just came along at the request of the military police. We were told that Her Imperial Highness Graziella would be waiting for us, but were not told the reason.” 

“Is that so? The fact is...” 

Felmenia was asking, but after arriving at the plaza, Suimei had an idea as to why they’d been summoned. If both he and Elliot were here, then there was an eight or nine out of ten chance that it was something related to the coma incidents. After all, that was his only connection with this man. If they had been summoned together, that was most likely the reason. In the middle of their conversation, Christa seemed to realize something and leaned over to whisper to Elliot. 

“Elliot-sama.” 

“I see... So they’re finally here.” 

Upon hearing her whisper, Elliot turned around. Following his lead, Suimei and Felmenia turned in the same direction. They spied a single woman emerging from the pavilion with a small entourage. She appeared to be in her twenties, and rather than “graceful,” the term “heroic” would better describe her majestic looks. Yet she was still quite beautiful. Her deep burgundy outfit was far more luxurious than anything the other soldiers and officers were wearing, and on top of it, an embroidered imperial army coat was draped over her shoulders. Based on that alone, she appeared to be the most important person in the whole army. 

After spotting her, Felmenia cautiously exhaled her name: Princess Graziella. This was the woman who’d called them here. The fact that she was dressed in military garb despite being an imperial princess was likely attributable to her position as one of the Empire’s Elite Twelve. The way she brushed aside her long, wavy, blonde hair also gave off a rather rough impression for a princess. But above all else, Suimei could see a premonition of trouble in her blue eyes. 

As she drew nearer, the atmosphere in the plaza gradually transformed. The air became heavy. Was this the pressure she exuded as a princess, or as a mage? At the very least, it was very clear she was the one in charge here. As Suimei quickly put up his guard, Christa fell to her knees. The fact that Elliot only bowed with a brief nod was likely owing to his status as a hero. Reiji had done the same in Castle Camellia. Suimei and Felmenia took a hint and both knelt down as well. 

“Has everyone now gathered?” 

Graziella stood before them with the rest of the plaza behind her. Her voice somehow seemed a little languid as her thinly slit eyes moved from one person to the next. She then began by speaking to Elliot. 

“If I remember correctly, I have not seen the likes of you since the report that you were going to take part in the investigation. Isn’t that right, bastard hero?” 

“I’m glad to see you in good spirits, Your Imperial Highness. I am honored to be called forth by you despite your oh so busy schedule.” 

Elliot responded to the princess’s polite-yet-disrespectful tone in kind. His narrowed gaze really seemed to be saying, “How dare you drag us here?” And the princess seemed to hear him loud and clear. 

“I see you haven’t changed, bastard hero.” 

As the two finished their greetings, Christa began speaking in a deliberate tone. 

“Your Imperial Highness, why have you called forth the summoned hero without making any sort of prior arrangements with him?” 

It did seem like a rather rude way to treat a hero. But if it weren’t obvious enough from the way that she called him “bastard hero,” Graziella didn’t care. 

“Restrain yourself. Does a mere magic priest dare push her opinion on me?” 

Graziella was glaring at Christa intensely, but Christa stared right back undauntedly. As if to mediate between the two, Elliot put his hand on Christa’s shoulder. He seemed to be telling her she was out of her league, and she got the message. Christa excused herself before reluctantly withdrawing. Next, Graziella turned towards Suimei. 

“So you’re the damned fool who is quarreling with the hero for some reason?” 

“Yes.” 

Suimei bowed his head down. The princess confirmed his identity, but seemed much more interested in the person beside him. 

“I never would have imagined you would have White Flame-dono by your side.” 

“It is good to see you well, princess.” 

Felmenia spoke respectfully and bowed to Graziella. Christa whipped around and looked at Felmenia with surprise. She probably knew of Astel’s White Flame, and thus realized Felmenia had given them a fake name. This realization, unsurprisingly, came with a scowl. However, none of that really mattered to Felmenia. She simply ignored Christa and focused on Graziella. 

“Why have you, a mage from Astel, come to the Empire?” 

“I believe my application to stay here was already accepted, Your Highness.” 

“I’m asking why you’re in the Empire in the first place.” 

It seemed Felmenia had already prepared an answer to the irritated question now directed at her. Something of a resigned sigh escaped her lips. 

“In accordance with the guidance of the Goddess Alshuna, I have come to serve as Suimei-dono’s aide.” 

“Oh? Did you not previously say you were working under King Almadious’s direct orders? Are you saying that was a lie?” 

“After reporting this to His Majesty, he ordered me to abide the will of the Goddess.” 

“Hmph... So you say. This is the man you’re aiding?” 

“Yes, Your Highness.” 

“I see. Well, your story is reasonable enough... The Goddess does pass down some seemingly senseless oracles. If I remember correctly, the current issue at hand also involves the Goddess.” 

Graziella seemed convinced enough. She was still pointing a suspicious look at Felmenia, but she was willing to drop the subject there. 

“Let us get straight to the point. The reason I called you bastards here today is to inform you that I have taken charge of the investigation into the coma incidents that you’ve been having your match over.” 

“Hmph...” 

“That’s...” 

Suimei had guessed it would be related to the coma incidents, but he hadn’t predicted this. He and Felmenia both wore stern expressions, but Elliot and Christa seemed unperturbed by this news. Elliot glanced up at the princess and presented her with a question. 

“Your Highness, if that was all you had to say, there was no real need to call us all the way here, correct? Would it not have been enough to simply send a messenger?” 

“No, that wouldn’t do. For the sake of closing this case expeditiously, I will have you two bastards work under my direct command.” 

“Wha—?!” 

“Hey now...” 

Elliot was expecting her to just commandeer the investigation, and was at a loss for words over this development. He stared at her blankly. Bewilderment could also be seen on Suimei’s face and heard in his voice. Completely insensitive to their surprise, Graziella firmly demanded their consent. 

“Do you have any objections?” 

“Of course I do.” 

“Oh? And what might that be? I’ve even taken into consideration your damned quarrel, you know?” 

Elliot spoke up immediately, but Graziella made it quite clear that challenging her would be futile. It seemed that resistance only riled her up more. Her mention of “taking their quarrel into consideration” also likely meant that if they continued with their investigations, then the church would not have any complaints. Elliot was the one who’d objected originally, but Christa replied in his stead. 

“Your Highness, Elliot-sama and that man are investigating the incident in accordance with Alshuna-sama’s will. To put both Elliot-sama and that man under your command would mean getting in the way of the match.” 

“And just how is that my problem? I don’t have any reason to look after your damned match.” 

“But it would be an obstruction of the will of the Goddess, and I can’t imagine that it’s considered proper for a royal to make light of that.” 

“Proper? You want to talk about propriety? Before this is your damned problem, this is the Empire’s problem. It may be wrong to make light of Alshuna’s will, but after all is said and done, that is but a trifle compared to the well-being of the citizens of the imperial capital. We do not know when or where another victim will turn up. Under these circumstance, should our top priority not be bringing a quick resolution to the entire situation?” 

When Graziella claimed her actions were for the safety of her people, not even Christa could offer any objection. All she could do now was unhappily keep her mouth tightly shut. 

“Is nobody going to say anything after she talked to a princess like that?” Suimei asked Felmenia quietly. 

“The hero is a direct agent of the Goddess. In other words, a saint. In this case, it is actually Princess Graziella who would be considered out of line. After all, Christa-dono is under the hero’s protection... Besides, look closely. You can see it written on the faces of all the mortified soldiers and military policemen around.” 

Following Felmenia’s suggestion, Suimei let his gaze wander around. Just as she said, not only the military police and soldiers, but even Graziella’s attendant had gone pale. Graziella then turned her attention over to Suimei. 

“And what about you?” 

Naturally, Suimei refused as well. 

“I will also have to take the privilege of declining. I am sure a quick resolution is the highest priority, but I also do not have any intention of being forced to cooperate with you people.” 

“This is an official draft. You are currently living in the imperial capital, correct? As long as you live within the Empire, it is a matter of course that you will cooperate with us.” 

“Are you implying that if I don’t, you’ll throw me into prison?” 

“Hmph. That is certainly a threat we can use. However, in this case, it is a little too oppressive.” 

After a brief pause, Graziella put her hand to her chin as if she’d just thought of a brilliant idea. 

“I know. If you bastards are that intent on objecting, then how about we impose a condition on your draft?” 

“And what would that be?” 

“I said that I would have you bastards under my command, but I was thinking I should first verify your abilities. How about it? If you have a match with me and win, then it would be fine to allow you two bastards to freely act on your own.” 

“Ugh...” 

“How arrogant...” 

Elliot and Christa both groaned as Graziella’s overly-aggressive attitude gave way to her offering up another completely unreasonable solution. Graziella was the strongest mage in the Empire. The only reason she was suggesting this “condition” was surely because she had extreme confidence in her abilities. Elliot, however, was perhaps unaware of this. A sparkle of curiosity glimmered in his eye. 

“You will fight yourself, Your Highness?” 

“Is that strange?” 

“No, not strange, but...” 

What he was hesitating to say was that a task like this would normally be left to one of her subordinates. But it seemed that was not at all what she had in mind. As Suimei turned to look at them, Elliot and Christa were whispering to each other. She was likely giving him information on Graziella. After a few moments, Elliot—who seemed to discover that this was not a trifling matter—grew tense. Seeing this, Graziella flashed a fearless smile. 

“That’s right. Let’s test your power first, bastard hero... Hmph, shall we have a look?” 

“You are quite confident in yourself, I see.” 

“Confidence? When you are able to properly grasp the limits of your own abilities, confidence comes quite naturally, wouldn’t you say?” 

Graziella completely cut down Elliot’s accusation that her confidence was an overestimation of her abilities. And with that, Elliot lowered his stance and let his fighting spirit surge from his body. 

“Elliot-sama, y-you couldn’t possibly be accepting her conditions, could you?!” 

“Yeah. It should be amusing to indulge the princess in her selfishness, right? Besides, if we don’t accept, they won’t let us leave anytime soon.” 

“Elliot-sama...” 

“Now then, Christa, fall back.” 

With a slightly concerned expression, Elliot urged Christa to take refuge outside the immediate area. Suimei and the others also found a safe place where they could observe without getting dragged into things. 

“Do not bore me, bastard hero.” 

With that bold statement, Graziella received a gauntlet from her attendant and slipped her hand into it. The gauntlet’s silver sheen complemented her white coat, and there was an inlay or material along the knuckles that gave off a black luster. Even Suimei, who was well informed in the way of magickally treated materials, couldn’t identify it. It didn’t seem to be metal. 

“Menia, what is that black stuff on that gauntlet?” 

“It’s darkwood. It originates from trees in the north. It’s hard like steel, but compared to metal, it’s far lighter. It’s also naturally strong against mana, so it’s often used in protective equipment and sometimes even weapons for mages.” 

“I see...” 

Suimei was quite interested in this unknown material, but not as interested as he was in the fight between Graziella and Elliot. As the attendants and escorts cleared out of the area, Graziella leaped down from the top of the staircase. She knocked her fists together as if to check the fit of her gauntlet. It sent a deep, heavy clang throughout the plaza. While still looking up at Graziella, Elliot drew his shining orichalcos sword from its sheath. The blade, excited with mana, was glowing as he thrust the tip into the bricks underfoot. 

“Call Arming.” 

His clear voice rang out in the air like a bell, activating his first spell. A rich amount of mana coiled around Elliot’s body. Within moments, his body was shielded by dull silver armor. As an eye-catching great helm came into shape, his entire body was encased in protective metal. In stark contrast to Elliot’s usually dainty appearance, it was profoundly boorish equipment. Though it looked like it would restrict his mobility, his armor was actually woven together with mana from a spell. Its weight wasn’t necessarily what it looked like. 

This was a mystery from Elliot’s world. It materialized a physical substance, but the characteristics of the spell were unfamiliar to Suimei. He knew of spells that could produce a similar effect, but this was a system of magicka that did not exist in his world. As his coat of arms burned into the armor, Elliot finally materialized a shield. It was a kite shield that also bore his coat of arms. Observing Elliot’s use of magicka, Graziella turned an admiring expression on him. 

“Oh? Is this magic from the hero’s world? It’s an amusing technique.” 

“I am honored. But it will do much more than just amuse you.” 

Elliot’s muffled voice emerged from inside his helmet. Then, with an air of confidence, he lowered his stance. Seeing that he was now ready for battle, Graziella made her move. 

“We’ll start with a preliminary test, shall we? Oh Earth. Harden thy body and become stone to smash my enemy. Stone Raid.” 

It was a spell that Felmenia had used before, magic that used the earth attribute to shoot out stones. However, Graziella’s title as the strongest master of earth magic was not just for show. Felmenia’s handiwork couldn’t compare to the sheer quantity and size of the stones created by Graziella in the blink of an eye. She was suddenly surrounded by countless stones, all tapered to sharp points. And as she fired them off, Elliot held out his shield and took a defensive stance. 

Though the stones rushed in, every one of them was repelled by Elliot’s shield, leaving him completely unharmed. Judging that the hail had ended, Elliot began invoking his own magicka. After letting out a chant-like mutter, his sword was now clad in lightning and shot out an electric bolt from its tip. Having sensed the movement of mana, Graziella evaded the bolt safely. 

“I see. You’re quite capable.” 

“There’s still more to come! I present my wish in celebration before the extolled spirit of wisdom. Answer my call, Force Grant!” 

When Elliot activated his keywords, nothing physically seemed to happen. The mana that was unleashed in the air, however, was to enhance his physical abilities. It wrapped around his whole body. 

“That magicka...” 

Felmenia’s eyes were wide open in surprise as she observed Elliot’s casting. This was likely because she’d realized that he was using multiple magickas concurrently. It was superior to the magic theory of this world that was limited to two spells at most. And under the continuous effect of these magickas, Elliot’s combat ability soared. It was a popular style of magicka for fighting, but it was practically unheard of in this world. 

Graziella closed in on Elliot. It was a rare sight for mages of this world to advance like that, and seemed to suggest that her specialty was in close-range combat. Without showing any fear of Elliot’s heavy equipment, Graziella moved in and thrust her fist at him. Naturally, she was using physical reinforcement magic as well. It seemed in no way inferior to Elliot’s. And while attacking with her fists, she was also using earth magic. In response, Elliot used his shield and lightning-clad sword to boldly fight her off. 

“His way of fighting is splendid, don’t you think?” 

“It certainly seems hero-like.” 

“Do you find fault with it, Suimei-dono?” 

“Well, it conforms to the basics pretty well. I think it’s a good way of fighting.” 

Suimei agreed with Felmenia’s assessment. After watching Elliot fight, Suimei could no longer say that his confidence was all bravado. His sword skills were obvious, and the armor he’d conjured was quite durable. The invoking time on his physical reinforcement magicka and weapon enchantment magicka was nice and concise, and its power was considerable. But it was all somewhat dull in that it was quite expected. 

“The shield and armor are different defensive spells. On top of that, there’s the physical reinforcement spell and the attack magicka he’s using. It’s the perfect combination, is it not?” 

“It’s praiseworthy, sure. He has both close quarters combat and ranged magicka battles covered. Furthermore, it’s reliable. However...” 

Considering the amount of mana used, the speed of spells, and their effects, Graziella was superior in all aspects. Elliot only had his lightning magicka, but Graziella was invoking new earth magic left and right while engaging in hand-to-hand combat. 

“I had it in my head that the mages of this world didn’t use hand-to-hand fighting techniques.” 

“Her Imperial Highness Graziella is a special case. People who have talent as mages and are still able to engage in hand-to-hand combat like this are very rare indeed.” 

As Suimei and Felmenia were having this conversation, it seemed that the fighting had reached a stalemate. Graziella and Elliot put some distance between each other and were staring each other down. Graziella then began speaking. 

“That’s it. I’ve seen enough.” 

“...Of what?” 

“That damned armor and shield. They both consist of physical substances, but the shield is used to defend against magic while the armor is used to defend against all other attacks, no?” 

Graziella wore a self-satisfied grin, but Elliot remained dead silent. Just what kind of face was he making underneath that helmet? 

“Suimei-dono, was that right?” 

“Yeah. It’s just as that woman said. There’s no mistake about it.” 

While Suimei and Felmenia were talking, Christa let out a scream. 

“Elliot-sama!” 

Elliot’s shield was sent flying by Graziella’s powerful fist. She then stepped between him and the shield to prevent him from picking it back up. Elliot had no choice but to step back, away from her and his shield. 

“Suimei-dono, the hero’s shield isn’t vanishing...” 

“The spell must be made so that it won’t vanish until he dispels it. If it were something that required him to constantly pour mana into it, there would be the possibility of him being stripped of protection anytime he let it slip, after all.” 

“I see. That’s certainly true.” 

Felmenia seemed thoroughly convinced by Suimei’s explanation, but she had more questions for him. 

“Suimei-dono, between Princess Graziella and the hero, who do you think will win?” 

“I can’t say for certain. But the princess has the advantage. As long as they’re even in close combat, she has the upper hand with magicka. If he doesn’t have something to turn the tables, then that’ll be the end of him.” 

“Something to turn the tables...” 

“He’s still got mana stored up. Is he not planning on using it, or can he not use it here...?” 

Suimei believed that Elliot was still holding something back. His fighting style still left power in reserve, after all. And he was up against Graziella, whose overwhelming combat abilities were a considerable force to be reckoned with. Watching them fight, Suimei couldn’t help but wonder why this world needed to summon heroes if it had people who were as strong as she was. 

In the middle of their exchange, the lightning snaking around Elliot’s sword vanished. It seemed that the effective time of the spell had expired. Just as Elliot was about to invoke the lightning once more... 

“Oh Earth! Thou art the crystallization of my tyranny! Take hold of unyielding power and smash my foes to pieces! Become a monument that shall extol glorious death! Crystal Raid!” 

Graziella called forth her endgame move. It was a grand spell. As the crystals that pierced up through the bricks on the ground surrounded Graziella, she flung her arm to the side. The crystals rushed forward. Elliot, who was now without a shield, didn’t have time to defend with magicka. Christa’s screams rang out. 

“Suimei-dono!” 

“So it’s settled, huh...” 

A cloud of dust filled the air. It obscured everyone’s vision, but it was still plain to see who’d won. 

The cloud of dust was eventually blown away by the wind. As it cleared the area, it revealed Elliot on his knees and gasping for breath. And then there was Graziella, who was looking down on him with an expression that conveyed even more zeal and curiosity than before. She had been the victor, just as Suimei expected. Graziella then swept her hair back and folded her arms. 

“...S-So that would about sum it up. Your fighting techniques are quality, but when it comes to spirit, Astel’s hero seems better.” 

With a triumphant look on her face, she was comparing her encounter with Elliot to the time she’d fought alongside Reiji in Astel. Seeing her tower over him with her arms folded like that, Elliot must have felt humiliated. He was still wearing his armor, but the shaking of his fists was quite visible. After gulping down a drink brought to her by her attendant, Graziella turned back towards Elliot. 

“A deal’s a deal. Until the incident is resolved, I will have you obey my commands.” 

“Ugh...” 

“Or what? After all this, will the hero of all people refuse?” 

“...No.” 

Graziella’s way of speaking was quite provocative, but Elliot accepted her words. His face indicated it brought him no pleasure to do so, however. He looked disgusted. He then dispelled his armor and shield, and stood back up. Christa rushed over to his side and was about to try and dissuade him, but it seemed that once Elliot decided on something, there was no going back. He simply shook his head at Christa. Graziella then turned to Suimei. She narrowed her eyes into thin slits as she stared at him. 

“Now then, you’re next.” 

Suimei wouldn’t kowtow in a situation like this. He met her gaze head on. 

“I’d like to refuse getting involved in any fighting, however.” 

“You have no say in the matter, bastard. You will either submit to me, or fight me.” 

Suimei’s request was flatly denied by her haughty words. Felmenia then shouted at Graziella. 

“Your Highness, please wait! No matter how you put it, is this not too high-handed?!” 

“And who, exactly, would you complain to about that?” 

“Th-That...!” 

“What? There’s no need to worry, I assure you. We’ll just have a little go at each other.” 

Graziella’s penchant for getting her way by dominating everything was amazing in its own right. It was entirely possible for Felmenia to lodge a complaint with Almadious, but the princess didn’t seem to care one bit. As she and Suimei stared each other down, he stepped forward. 

“Menia, get back.” 

“Suimei-dono, you’re...!” 

“She won’t listen no matter what we say. The hunger in her eyes says that much.” 

Suimei nodded in Graziella’s direction, suggesting Felmenia take a look for herself. Following his lead, she turned to the princess. 

“In her eyes...? A hunger...?” 

Felmenia sounded puzzled. It seemed she couldn’t understand it; however, reflected within those blue eyes was certainly a hunger. They were the eyes of someone who pursued conflict. Or rather, of someone who desired the thrill of a good fight. Suimei recognized that, yet he approached her anyway. Graziella put on an arrogant smile like she was tired of waiting. 

“It seems you’ve finally gotten motivated.” 

“Against my will, mind you.” 

Graziella’s excitement was brushed off by Suimei’s exasperation. Elliot, who had stepped back together with Christa, was looking at Suimei rather dubiously. 

“Hey, aren’t you still...” 

He was asking about Suimei’s unhealed injuries. And in answer to that incomplete question, Suimei confirmed the truth in a bitter voice. 

“There was your case and then this one... My goodness, I’ve had nothing but bad luck since coming here.” 

While making light of the situation, Suimei got into position. Graziella was already prepared for battle and was letting her ferocious presence run wild. Observing Suimei, she turned a critical eye on him. 

“It’s dull.” 

“What is?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? Your face.” 

It was a transparent taunt. And when Suimei’s expression stiffened, Graziella let out a thrilled chuckle. 

“Ohoho, don’t be so offended. You’re no gem, but I’ve judged that a bastard like you is not one to be underestimated... According to the stories, you may just be on par with the Elite Twelve.” 

She laughed, but then her tone turned sharp and she gave Suimei a piercing stare. It seemed she was indeed taking him seriously. Liliana was one of the Elite Twelve, so if Graziella assumed that she was the culprit that Suimei had fought during the incident, she had every reason to be on her guard with him. 

“I’m a little late in asking, but you were the one who drove the culprit into a corner, correct?” 

“Who knows? I don’t know who told you such a thing, but I have no memory of doing it.” 

“I’m talking about Liliana Zandyke.” 

“She was certainly present at the time, but there’s no proof of whether or not she’s the culprit.” 

“No proof, you say? You bastard, were you not at the scene? Did you not fight with her for that reason?” 

Graziella came down hard on Suimei’s vague, nonchalant replies and intensely questioned him. It felt like the air itself had become heavy. But Suimei paid none of this any mind. 

“I wonder... My memories of that night are awfully vague.” 

“Do you intend to play dumb to the end?” 

“...Hmph.” 

“Oh...?” 

“Isn’t it about time you shut the fuck up, you stupid brat?” 

Suimei had had enough of her little interrogation. He blew her pretentiously considerate attitude right out of the water. He could hear the angry voices of people around him, but it was nothing that concerned him. While he was holding on to Liliana’s secret, such inquiries were a hindrance and an annoyance. But since she was trying to get information out of him, it meant that they still hadn’t grasped Liliana’s whereabouts. The reason they were to strong-arm Suimei under their command was basically because they had gotten impatient. But upon hearing Suimei’s rudeness, Graziella let out an oppressive laugh. 

“Hmph, so that is your true character? That kind of disrespectful speech can get you charged with slander against the crown, you know?” 

“Like I care! If you think you can arrest me, just give it a try!” 

“Ha! You sure can talk!” 

Graziella’s very words were filled with energy as she rushed fiercely at Suimei. Unlike her fight with Elliot, she intended to start things off in close quarters. Suimei evaded her fist and blocked her high kick with his arm. Twisting on the spot, he aimed a roundhouse kick at Graziella’s head. As she raised her gauntlet and blocked it, Suimei jumped backwards. Graziella immediately gave chase with her fist. 

“Ugh!” 

“What’s wrong? Your movements are dull.” 

Suimei was annoyed, but just as she said, his body was not moving fluidly. Due to the damage to his astral body, even though his physical body was unharmed, it still didn’t quite move the way he wanted it to. It took everything he had to simply dodge blows in close combat. 

“Your evasive maneuvers are respectable. However...” 

Graziella fell back. The reason was obvious. 

“Oh Earth! Thou art a stone bullet shining with evil’s brilliance! Strike down my enemy in the blink of an eye! Stone Iridescence!” 

As her words came to an end, an amorphous mineral like an opal appeared in the air. From the sunlight and mana shining down on it, the light refracting through it shined like a rainbow and assaulted Suimei’s eyes. The constantly changing wavelength of light was strong; if one were weak to the stimulus, then it would likely induce spasms due to seizure. The mass of minerals served well as a smokescreen and could deceive a simple opponent from the impending attack; however, Suimei was a magician. Partially closing his eyes while enduring the dazzling light, Suimei deployed his defensive magicka. 

“Secundum moenia, expansio localis!” 

[Second rampart, local expansion!] 

The mass of minerals that came flying at Suimei was completely blocked by his golden magicka circle. Unsurprisingly, Graziella’s eyes shot wide open like she’d witnessed something strange. However, her expression quickly returned to its usual smug state. 

“...It didn’t work, huh?” 

Her spell had been completely shut down, but Graziella was still quite composed. It was like she was saying that she still had much more up her sleeve, both in terms of mana and spells. That was probably entirely correct. She was standing there without a single drop of sweat on her face, or any other sign of exhaustion. She had the capacity to fire off such two verse chants a multitude of times without any problem. She was known as the strongest mage in the Empire for a reason. 

The earth attribute of all things... 

Suimei grimaced at the bitter taste in his mouth. He had learned her specialty earlier while observing her fight with Elliot, yet he still couldn’t stop himself from groaning over it. Out of the four or five traditional elements, magicka of the earth variety obviously held the most mass and hardness. It mostly used sand, earth, rocks, and minerals to defend or attack with serious impact. 

Suimei’s second rampart was a spell that defended against mana and the spells it wove. If an earth spell was just attacking him with rocks and such, then the physical defenses of the first rampart could block it. But even simple magicka of the earth attribute created a large shock on impact. The damage to the surroundings was not insignificant, and it was especially painful for Suimei, who couldn’t move around too much in this condition. He felt perfectly entitled to gripe about it. But if there was something he could do, it was to simply keep up appearances with a composed face. 

“Is this alright? If you keep firing off such flashy magic, the damage to the district will be pretty serious, you know?” 

“Like I care. The only ones living in this area are the rich. A little property damage won’t empty their purses. So you shouldn’t hold back either. Understood?” 

“...It sounds like you just gave me permission to break stuff.” 

“Honestly, clearing some space in the imperial capital would be quite refreshing.” 

Pretty much giving him a carte blanche to destroy an upper class residential area wasn’t something someone of her status should be doing. But just based off of her expression, Suimei couldn’t get a read on what she was thinking. He couldn’t yet determine just what emotion hid behind those words. However, he could at least tell that this was not an opponent he’d be able to shake up with words. Graziella rushed in once more. However, in complete contrast to her last charge, her footwork was light. 

“Sh-She’s fast!” yelled Felmenia. 

It seemed she was just as surprised by Graziella’s swift movements. The mage before Suimei’s eyes was moving left and right with feints to try and throw Suimei off. But the speed with which she was doing it was unnatural. 

“Earth magic, huh?” 

“That’s right. But just seeing through that much won’t earn you my praise.” 

While messing with Suimei’s sense of depth, she was probably planning to leap in just a step away from him. But Suimei wasn’t about to let her insult his magician’s eyes like that. After getting a rough grasp of Graziella’s location, Suimei snapped his fingers. 

“Ugh—?!” 

The air in front of her burst while she was in the middle of her footwork. She was unable to maintain her balance, and stumbled a step forward. The effect of Suimei’s strike magicka didn’t end at just stopping her in her tracks, however. Perhaps due to the shock to her head and body, Graziella was staggered. Seeing his opportunity, Suimei switched to an offensive in the blink of an eye. He repeatedly snapped his fingers at Graziella and unleashed a constant stream of his strike magicka. At the mercy of a storm of explosions from every direction, Graziella had no time to prepare any sort of protective magic. She was forced to shield herself with her arms in a defensive stance. 

“Tch, you bastard! Magic without any chanting...!” 

However, with just this strike magicka, Suimei was unable to put a decisive end to this battle. He was preparing to invoke his next spell, but because of the limitations his body placed on his mana use during his recovery, it was slow. 

Shit... 

While Suimei was cursing internally, Graziella started muttering something. Assuming it was going to be another earth spell, Suimei paid careful attention to any changes in his surroundings. Sensing tremors beneath him was all the omen he needed, and Suimei immediately moved to evade. As Graziella struck the ground beneath her, it shattered to pieces and turned into a countless number of pebbles that all sailed towards Suimei. It was like a monsoon of bullets from all directions, but Suimei still managed to stave off the attack. 

“In that case, how about this?!” 

As Graziella yelled, she turned over her military coat. 

“Heed my desires. Fly in from the beyond. To the one who won’t hold an audience with me, my hail detaches you from the world’s entangled and inseparable laws. Become a power that surpasses all reason. Open, Devil Connect!” 

“Do you think using the same kind of magic over and over will—Wha?!” 

The end of Suimei’s taunt was cut off by his own surprised voice. Thanks to his intuition, he had a decent grasp on the shape the spell Graziella was invoking would take. But something was different this time. There was no mediation on an Element in her magic. And the moment he realized that, a region of the air became hazy. Suddenly, a giant mass of rock appeared in that space, and Suimei brought forth his second rampart to intercept it. However, for some reason, his defensive magicka did little in the way of stopping it. Before the giant mass of rock, the rampart of the golden fortress was screaming. On top of that, magickal power had been building up above him. At this rate... 

“Tch!” 

“Suimei-dono!” 

Suimei pulled away to dodge, but he was still struck by a portion of the massive rock. The shock alone sent him flying. The rock sailed onward and smashed into a corner of the plaza with a thunderous crash that kicked up dust everywhere. Suimei, however, was forced unwillingly into low-altitude flight. He immediately began manipulating phenomena to correct his posture. For a magician with sufficient power, without any sort of chant or action, they could manipulate phenomena to an extent with only an image in their mind. It was restricted to simple things, but when it came down to a race against time like this, it was a fairly useful skill. 

The image Suimei had in his mind was one of a large hand pulling on his body. With that, as if his body had indeed been yanked by some invisible power, he unnaturally flew to the side and landed safely. After finishing this gravity-defying stunt, his whole body writhed in pain. 

“Ugh...” 

“So you dodged it. Well, you should at least be capable of that much.” 

Graziella furrowed her brow as she beheld Suimei’s peculiar movements, though she didn’t seem particularly distracted by it. Unlike most of the other mages Suimei had met, she was fairly accepting of unknown mysteries. Whereas Christa and Elliot, on the other hand, could only groan after witnessing the magic that Graziella had used. 

“Ridiculous... That kind of enormous...” 

“To use that kind of magic in this kind of place... Just what is she thinking?” 

They expressed it differently, but they both felt the same way. They were equally astonished by the extreme magic they’d just witnessed. Graziella had created a boulder so large that it was practically all they could see, and sent it flying at her opponent. Suimei still had his golden fortress at the ready and was racking his brain over how to deal with the next attack. 

Something was odd about Graziella’s magic. The spell she’d just used defied everything Suimei knew about magic in this world. He’d been told that the single magic system here relied on hailing the Elements to unleash their power. So just what had she done? She hadn’t meditated on the Elements, and it wasn’t just a physical attack that launched rock. Yet his rampart defense against spells had hardly done anything. Suimei carefully thought back on what he had witnessed moments ago. The sense of discomfort, the hazy region of space... That enormous mass of rock took form far too quickly to have been natural. Suimei then suddenly noticed something within his line of sight. 

“I see. That magic... it uses the embroidery in the lining of that coat, right?” 

“Oh?” 

As Suimei used his keen insight to identify Graziella’s magic, her gaze sharpened. 

“Interesting. Let’s hear your theory.” 

Contrary to what she was saying, her face indicated she was not amused in the least. She looked like she was demanding an explanation and would scrutinize every word thoroughly. 

“I don’t like the way you’re saying that, but... That magic, unlike typical magic, doesn’t rely on the Elements. It’s essentially a summoning technique, right?” 

Elliot was the first to react to those words. 

“Summoning technique? What are you saying? This world doesn’t have summoning techniques, does it?” 

“Doesn’t it? There’s the magic that called you here—that out-of-place artifact ritual of the hero summoning magic.” 

“Ah...” 

“That magic she used just now likely uses a single part of that spell to tie two places together. It’s teleportation magicka.” 

“Tele-por-tashun magic-ah...?” 

Felmenia, Graziella, and Christa didn’t seem to understand the meaning of his words. There was one person, however, who grasped it just fine and nodded admiringly. 

“I get it. It’s a type of teleportation spell, huh? That enormous rock was stored in a different location, and then transferred here via her magic?” 

“That’s right. Otherwise, what just happened couldn’t be adequately explained.” 

“What about the possibility that it was just an illusion?” 

“Not possible. Of the magicka that uses earth as an attribute, other than spells that just move earth and rocks, the objects manifested play the role of the earth attribute in the spell. Since the majority of said objects are composed entirely of mystical power, a defensive wall against spells is capable of blocking them. But what she did just now was an entirely physical attack.” 

The projectiles that were fired out by magicka of the earth attribute were fundamentally vague existences. Whether they were a mish-mash of substances brought together by magicka or a construction of the actual spell itself, depending on the method used, the product was either completely physical or completely mystical in nature. In the case of mystical projectiles, magickal defenses to break down spells would be enough to defend against them. However, in the case of physical one, they would either have to be broken down with offensive magicka, decelerated and stopped, or repelled altogether. There were many approaches to defending against the physical variety, but treating it like a mystical object was not one of them. 

And the magic Graziella had used fell into that category. The massive rock was placed onto a magic circle beforehand, and using a spell, she connected that magic circle to the space before her. Doing so teleported the rock to her, and she could then use it to attack her opponent. The means behind the attack were actually extremely simple, but it could not be criticized by saying it was lacking in sophistication or that it was a mere warp spell. She had easily transferred something weighing hundreds of tons without compressing its size. The dangerous potential of such a spell was plain to see. 

Suimei’s rampart had the power to stop a tank shell with far more destructive power than her boulder. However, that was possible because he only had to stop something roughly the size of a bullet. For something that massive, even if its destructive power was inferior, it wasn’t something he could stop completely. Of course, there were other approaches to handling the situation, so he wasn’t too concerned, but... 

“No, wait. If that is teleportation magic, then weren’t the preparations to use it lacking?” 

“That’s why I said it was the embroidery in the lining. It has the same spell as the magicka circle inscribed in it. The compiled spell doesn’t require much of a chant, and it’s also probable that magicka circle where the rock was stored has some sort of setup to it as well.” 

“Even so, it doesn’t all seem to add up...” 

“That’s just how strange summoning magicka is... But at the time of the teleportation, the lining has to be exposed.” 

“I see, so that’s what gave you a hint...” 

With that, Elliot turned to Graziella with an unpleasant expression on his face. He then groaned and spoke with a palpable bitterness. 

“So when you were fighting me, you had yet to get serious...” 

Graziella’s expression remained completely transparent as she replied. 

“It seems the two of you have quite a dynamic going when you talk, I see.” 

“That’s news to me...” 

Suimei looked at Elliot with a puzzled expression like he’d just realized it himself. Graziella then astonishedly acknowledged that Suimei had guessed the truth behind her magic. 

“There were a bunch of nonsensical words mixed in your explanation, but it is certain that you have seen through it.” 

After Graziella let out a snort, she sharpened her gaze considerably and glared at Suimei. 

“However, I’m surprised that there is someone who could grasp the technique created by gathering the best technology in all the Empire after only seeing it once. Bastard, just who are you?” 

“That isn’t something that you need to know.” 

“Hmph, that’s fine. I thought it was strange that White Flame-dono was with you, but that must mean you have something or other to do with the man who defeated that Demon General Rajas and his army, right?” 

“What’s that? Wasn’t the one who defeated the demon general the hero from Astel?” 

“Quit it. You’ve probably heard the truth from White Flame-dono already. Besides, that man is still far too green—” 

Graziella’s mana began expanding before she cut herself off. This likely meant she was going to go full throttle from here. She mostly used common magics of the Elements, but she also had that skill which allowed her to accelerate her body as well as the teleportation magic she could form in the air. 

“Using a fighting style like a damn Taoist...” 

“Again, I don’t understand what you’re saying, but it seems you have more of a backbone than that hero. Though it is a little late, I will hear your name.” 

“It’s Suimei Yakagi.” 

“Oh? What an unusual name.” 

“Yeah, sue me.” 

Stifling his impatience, Suimei stuck out his tongue like a petulant brat. This was a tough battle. If he were in better shape, there would be an untold number of ways he could respond. But with his astral body still damaged, even a two verse chant was a strain on him. Even the simple trick of relying on magicka to transform into gas would be fairly dangerous due to the ambiguous state of Suimei’s mind. 

But all else aside, Suimei knew that teleportation magic she was using couldn’t be invoked more than three times in a short span of time. Regardless of the practitioner’s abilities, the laws of magicka would not allow it. But even armed with that knowledge, the current Suimei couldn’t— 

Once more, a region of space in the air became hazy. Another massive rock was about to fall down. Suimei evaded to the side, but was unable to get away cleanly. 

“Gah!” 

“S-Suimei-dono!” 

While the shock wave was still rattling his brain, Graziella began her next move. Suimei didn’t even have time to correct his posture. 

“There’s still more!” 

Graziella shattered the massive rock with a fist and shot the stone shrapnel at Suimei. It was a barrage of sharp rocks. But she wasn’t done there. The next thing Suimei knew, the ground was rising and his body was completely racked with pain. Witnessing all this unfold, Felmenia’s face went deathly pale. 

“A-Aah...” 

Unable to bear it anymore, she screamed at Graziella. 

“Your Highness! Please stop this already!” 

But Graziella had no intention of listening. Intent on bringing things to an end, she struck the ground with her spell. The ground rose further and transformed into a spire and thrust at Suimei. The earthen blast blanketed the area in a curtain of dust. Graziella took a single glance at her handiwork and had but one thing to say. 

“It’s over.” 

But it was a premature declaration. As the curtain of dust drew back, she could see Suimei standing there breathing heavily. Felmenia looked relieved and delighted. 

“Tch, don’t just arbitrarily... call the match on your own, damn it...” 

“You still haven’t fallen over, huh? No matter. You won’t be able to fight any more in that condition. Give up and cooperate with me.” 

Perhaps because she was exasperated by his stubbornness, Suimei bothered to listen to her. But what he heard was not a taunt. No, what she said was a plainspoken request without any of her usual abusive language. 

“Give up? Me? Ha... haha...” 

Suimei’s eerie, sardonic laughter between his ragged breaths resounded throughout the plaza. Graziella’s gaze grew sharp as she looked at Suimei, who ignorantly seemed to be provoking her. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“I won’t be able to fight; that’s what you said, right? Just who do you think I am?” 

“I don’t know how you can be that confident. Is it not obvious that—” 

It happened as Graziella was in the middle of speaking. Before she could even finish putting her thoughts into words, the air began to tremble. 

“Is this earth attribute magic? No...” 

Graziella hazarded a guess, but it was incorrect. The real answer was magicka. It was a phenomenon caused by magicka, and not just any regular phenomenon. And the trembling gradually strengthened with Suimei’s power. The abnormal oscillation was caused by nothing other than the enormous amount of mana that was taking shape, causing space itself to shake with its mystical power. 

Within the shaking space that showed no signs of calming down, Suimei’s mana was swelling up in proportion to the strength of the vibrations. The effect was akin to a nuclear reactor’s enormous energy overflowing, but it had appeared in an instant and had already caused a vortex covering five hundred meters in all directions. Pulled by the manifested power, the bricks on the ground were lifted in the air and shattered. Many small, blue lightning bolts danced in the air like an electric current. Their crackling echoed ominously. 

Suimei steeled himself. If he kept fighting while heeding the limits of his body, only a dead end lay before him. He was smack in the middle of the plaza right now. There was nowhere to run. And if there was no way of winning by using all of his strength, there was no other choice but to strike with his entire soul. 

Archiatius Overload. 

Those words that Suimei had ready in the back of his throat never left his mouth. He’d finished all preparations for unleashing them and was standing at the border where his mana furnace would be released. What stopped Suimei, who had a crimson fire burning in his eyes, was Felmenia, who jumped at his back with all her might. 

“Suimei-dono!” 

As Felmenia clung to his torso, Suimei turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder at her. 

“Menia?! What are—” 

“You cannot, Suimei-dono! Please restrain yourself! You cannot let out this kind of power in the middle of the city!” 

“But...” 

“Suimei-dono! Please calm down! Just unleashing your mana is one thing, but if you use magicka like this, not a single building... No, not a single human would...!” 

“Tch...” 

It was true everything and everyone in a certain radius wouldn’t be getting off lightly. Felmenia was clinging desperately to him through the raging wind created by his mana to try and prevent exactly that. Suimei abandoned his plans to ignite his mana furnace when she begged him. It was just as she said. In this situation where he didn’t have the leisure of holding back to defeat Graziella, he naturally resorted to using his magicka at full strength. But if he went all out, the damage wouldn’t be limited to only the plaza. While grinding his teeth at the pain in his body and his frustration, Suimei decelerated the rotation of his mana furnace. When it turned off, a great lethargy assaulted Suimei’s body. Unable to put up a fight against his strength draining from him, Suimei collapsed into Felmenia’s arms. 

“Ugh... Menia...” 

“Come! It must be painful, but please hold on to me tightly!” 

Judging that Suimei’s condition was quite bad, Felmenia attempted to carry him away. She’d reinforced her physical strength before jumping at Suimei, and now went to apply the instant movement magicka she’d learned from Suimei. As she did, a wrathful voice chased after her. 

“Did you think I’d just let you run?” 

“Even if it is impossible, I will force my way through!” 

With that, Felmenia began weaving her spell. 

“Just as the eternal wind conveys, send the shining and swaying flames to His side! Hear my voice! Thou art the Ishim dyed in white! Hear my voice! Thou art the Ishim that shakes off all calamity!” 

Light was running wild in the air. It traced the shape of a circle and began drawing letters and symbols within it. A magicka circle had taken form. The completed circle poured out an intense heat that one could scarcely imagine from seeing her previous magic. 

“Ugh!” 

When Graziella saw this, she fell back in a panic. Just as her feet touched the ground after leaping backward, Felmenia unleashed her keywords. 

“Truth Flare!” 

[White Flame Hyacinth!] 

Like a blooming flower, the whistling white flames stretched out into thick belts and charged at Graziella as if to mow her down. In response, Graziella raised the ground before her like a shield and took a defensive stance. Eventually the white flame had died down to the point where they could only burn hair, but they’d already accomplished their purpose. Felmenia and Suimei were both outside the plaza now and had escaped the effective range of Graziella’s magic. From afar, Suimei could hear the sound of Graziella clicking her tongue. He then put his gratitude for Felmenia into words. 

“...Sorry.” 

“Please do not worry about it. Suimei-dono, you were driven into a corner because of your injuries.” 

“I’m supposed to be used to feeling completely worn down though... How lame.” 

He had carelessly unleashed his power, and was now unwillingly retreating in defeat. He could only thank Felmenia again. 

“...You saved me. Thank you.” 

And with that, Suimei’s consciousness faded. 

As Felmenia’s White Flame Hyacinth vanished, Graziella stood in the middle of the scorched bricks and burning smell lingering in the air. Thoroughly unamused, she closed her eyes and suppressed her overflowing mana. She then watched Suimei and Felmenia flee without moving a muscle. As she did, her attendant walked up beside her and gave a respectful bow. 

“Shall we pursue them?” 

“It’s fine. I don’t care if we just leave them be.” 

“Are you certain? With the way that man was speaking earlier, we could have him taken in on charges of slander against the crown.” 

“That is certainly the case, but he’s wounded. Besides, that man is accompanied by White Flame-dono. If we push them too strongly, it may result in needless friction with Astel.” 

“Still, Your Highness...” 

“If you lot will go and capture them on your own, I would not be against giving you permission. But that’s not exactly something you can do, now is it?” 

As Graziella spoke with her attendant, she turned over her coat. She took a brief glance at her attendant’s face, knowing full well the task she’d set before them was impossible. The opponent in question was a formidable foe that Graziella had been forced to use her trump card against. Even if they prepared multiple people comparable to the Elite Twelve, it would still be an incredible feat. Even if her attendant, whose abilities were not lacking compared to Graziella’s, personally said that they would definitely capture those two, it would be mere bravado. 

“Besides, if we go too far, my elder brother will just get angry at us too.” 

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Graziella then turned to Elliot and Christa. 

“Well then, I’ll have you bastards come with me.” 

“...Understood.” 

“Hmph, you’re unexpectedly discerning, aren’t you?” 

“Shall I add on that I am also extremely reluctant?” 

“No, that was impudent of me, wasn’t it?” 

As she spat those words, Graziella returned to the pavilion with Elliot and Christa in tow. Christa looked unhappy from start to finish, but since she was serving Elliot, she had no choice but to follow along with him. Graziella suddenly came to a stop as they were walking. 

“I am somewhat dissatisfied, but it’s fine to call it a day with this, isn’t it?” 

She spoke bluntly, and her tone corroborated her dissatisfaction. Graziella shifted her attention to the partially destroyed plaza. There were structures and landscaping details that had been damaged by her magic as well as Felmenia’s flame. But the most devastation came from Suimei’s mana. Under the forceful wave of it, objects all over the plaza had crumbled. She could still feel the tingle of that enormous power on her skin as its remnants strongly lingered in the air. 

Graziella realized that this was only the beginning. So even with clenched fists and beads of sweat running down her face, she let out a disappointed sigh.