You just didn't expect it, Levere was staring at Alphilis with surprise. But Alphilis was calm.
"Because I haven't figured out what you can do. The uncertain elements are not incorporated into the strategy. Isn't that right?
"That's right... then why are you trying to find out who I am?
"Because I wanted to know. Isn't it normal for you to want to know who that Miriazal is so much that you couldn't find out?
"That's all?
"That's all. Not now."
That's all I have to say, Alphilis took a seat drinking up his tea at once.
"Welcome, I'll be back to see you... Oh, yeah. One request."
"What is it?
"It was a lot of fun, but I'm glad you made it cheaper when we came to play. Because it's not a mercenary regiment that can afford so much money."
"Of course that is. I don't get that much money from my friends."
Happy with that word of Levere, Alphilis smiled and left. Forminey and Primse, who would drop that off, were slightly flabbergasted, but Luvere was exhaling heavily when he lost sight of Alphilis.
The two looked at each other in that rare way.
"What is it, Mother?"
"... no, I thought I had the guts to just not be surprised at most things, but it's been hundreds of years since I've thought of humans as horrible."
The two of them looked at each other again in the words of Luvere. I can't help it, but I said so. Luvere with a troubled face.
"I made a proposal to protect one city at the expense of another. But Alphilis was also thinking about another possibility. Perhaps if you don't have the eyes to look at a free commercial federation so much that you don't respond to negotiations with Arnelia, you would have also considered the option of taking it down yourself. You won't hesitate to accept it yourself if it's enough to belong to them."
"No way! You don't look like a person thinking about that, though."
"No, I've seen a lot of people with those eyes. Apart from her personality, she is also a man who can make harsh decisions if necessary. At least she's gonna get us involved. If we're only going to move for Tarram, she's not going to be so crazy about how to get into every Tarram war."
"No way, do you want to do that"
"I can't tell you enough not to do it. But that's why."
"You are worthy of our Lord."
Dye your own cheeks red to the words that Primuse accidentally uttered. It was embarrassing to speak, aside from Luvere and Forminae.
To such a primuze. Levere grinned, stroking the head of the primuze.
"I still can't tell you for sure if it's true that you could have been in my few secrets. But from now on, I want to follow her companionship. Because we may have found ourselves, the King of the Unstoppable Witches, a being that we can only lean on forever.
From now on, you'll have to work for me. "
"" Whatever your mother says. "
Forminese and Primuse grab the dress and thank you. We still don't know that Alphilis has gained a very large force to support her from her back since this.
"(Did you see here? No way)"
Above the tallest mansion in Tarram, the man who was "The Wind of the Sword" was wiping out the cat who was Whisper's split. However not a combat puppet, it is only humiliating to the wind of the sword to lose the clasp. Even though it's an event that didn't even happen during the war, so are boys like Layer these days, and I can't hide my frustration because of the strange things that go on. I was in the mood to turn even one of the cities into a wilderness, but it was just enough to make that noticeable move. Now I don't want to be enlightened about who it is yet. In that sense, I think I'm still able to hide who I am. Even Whisper was still aware that he was human, but it should be as if he didn't know who he was to anywhere.
Although this was by far the most critical situation, the Fondaine could also be recovered safely. First I thought it should be good. The wind of the sword slipped itself into the small hole that appeared as it moved the pedestal trick beneath the large bell on the ledge of the building. Beyond that there was a small enough room for a few people to sit in, with coffins inside. And it came to pass, when the lid of the coffin was opened, that there was no scratch in it, a foundine.