He was tremendously strong yet modest. He defeats evil and saves the weak without asking for anything in return.
Isn’t he exactly the ideal aristocrat I’ve been looking for all along?
Then I notice the black mask worn by the man in black.
The mask looks exactly like the way Sufia began to draw the masked one, the person who saved her from a tight spot.
At first, I thought Sufia was delusional.
“Sorry, Sufia.”
But unintentionally, I find myself apologizing to her.
It, of course, includes an apology for doubting her up until now. This situation also means that I can’t control the feeling rising inside me, knowing that I am also in love with the same masked one that Sufia has been drawing up until now.
Moreover, since Sufia does not yet know the true identity of the masked one, I feel as if I am cheating, and I find myself feeling so guilty that I can’t help but say words of apology.
I can’t help it since I have come to know these feelings.
Sufia is my rival in this matter, and since she’s my enemy, there is no need for mercy.
I was one step behind Bridgette in the battle of information, which is why I would never tell Sufia about this.
“… Wrong. Listen carefully. I’m not this Kaisar guy you mentioned, nor do I know who he is. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Umu. I’m glad you understand.”
I found out that the masked one’s true identity is still Kaisar-sama.
“As for your brother lying over there, you should give him this recovery medicine when he wakes up. Otherwise, his fingers will become necrotic due to frostbite.”
After Kaisar-sama said that, he slunk away from the place.
He should’ve stayed here a little longer.
With Kaisar-sama gone, I got entrusted with dealing with that scum.
I turned my gaze to where I thought Belmude was, as to judge him, the Dark Guild Master. But he was nowhere to be found.
“As expected of the man who has risen to become a Dark Guild Master…”
However, what can he do even if he survives?
Even I can understand that the moment he met Kaisar-sama, his life was over.
If that is the case, it may actually be merciful to end him nicely.
I should ask my brother—physically— if he knew anything about Kaisar-sama when he wakes up because he had said something about him before