Chapter 3: Behind the Daily Life
Steward Huguenot is the eldest son of the House Huguenot, one of the three great ducal houses of the Beltrum Kingdom. Once, he was the heir apparent set to inherit the family estate.
However, Steward angered his father, Duke Huguenot, and was disinherited due to his misconduct, triggered by an incident involving Rio at Amande's restaurant while he was drunk. Now, he has relinquished his status as heir to his younger brother and has even fallen to the rank of a common knight in the Restoration.
Inside the castle of Galarc Kingdom.
During the day.
"…sigh."
Steward was patrolling the castle grounds as part of his duties. Despite the clear blue sky, he let out a heavy, clouded sigh.
He couldn't shake off his lack of motivation. Each time he passed by the knights of the Galarc Kingdom during his patrol, his reluctance only grew. The reason for this was...
Steward harbored a sense of inferiority and humiliation towards the knights of the Galarc Kingdom, akin to paranoia.
"Damn..."
He felt as though he was being looked down upon by the knights of the Galarc Kingdom, he was being considered a weakling who had fled from the fallen Rodania. Therefore, every time he spotted a knight from Galarc, he hastily quickened his pace.
(This is humiliating. Why am I, a member of a ducal family, in this position...?)
He even felt embarrassed wearing the knight's uniform of the Restoration. This feeling likely stemmed from the thought that if the roles were reversed, he would undoubtedly look at others in the same derogatory manner.
(If it were like this, wouldn't it have been better to remain in Rodania and become an honorable prisoner?)
Such thoughts crossed his mind, but—
(No, I don't even know if I would have survived if I stayed.)
Remembering the events of that battlefield, he quickly dismissed the notion as impossible. At that time, Steward had been assigned to city security. However, after witnessing Renji's strike that froze over a hundred airborne knights, he completely lost his will to fight. That was when he decided to evacuate to the magic ship. If he could return to that moment again, he would still choose to flee.
(And I am the eldest son of the House Huguenot. What would have happened if I had been captured by the Duke Arbor faction...?)
The justification for Steward's decision to evacuate was tied to his lineage. As the heir of the Huguenot family, he convinced himself that he couldn't become a prisoner for his own sake.
However, that decision only exacerbated his feelings of guilt. Each time, he reminded himself that his judgment had not been wrong. Then—
"Brother."
Someone called out to Steward as he patrolled.
The voice had a tone that seemed to look down on him, light and mocking.
"…Pierre."
Steward turned around with an expression of deep annoyance, calling out the name of his younger brother, Pierre Huguenot. He was the boy who had gained the right to inherit the Huguenot estate in place of the disinherited Steward.
"How pathetic. Isn't it rather pitiful that someone from the Huguenot family can't even walk with their head held high?"
As brothers, Pierre seemed to see through the inferiority complex that Steward carried.
"What did you say...?"
"If only you had died in battle in Rodania, you might have partially restored the honor you lost as a brother."
Pierre mocked Steward with a sigh of exasperation.
(Damn it! How dare he say such things...!)
Instead of responding, Steward cursed inwardly.
Things had been better in the past. At least before causing trouble and losing his status as heir to his younger brother, things were still somewhat acceptable. Even after the family lost the faction struggle and could no longer remain in the royal capital, Steward's pride in being the eldest son of the Huguenot family had preserved his dignity.
But now, he was disinherited and even felt intimidated to face nobles from other countries. He couldn't even take pride in the uniform he wore. Even if his brother looked down on him, he couldn't argue back. At this point, he felt like nothing more than a loser. Interacting with his brother served only to reinforce that realization. Thus, Steward dreaded facing Pierre.
That said, Pierre was merely returning the grievances he had suffered from Steward, who had once been the eldest son.
"Father knows. He pretended it was for the sake of escorting the evacuees, but he understands that you fled to the magic ship for your own safety, Brother."
"W-what did you say!? Don't be ridiculous! I didn't—!"
Steward felt a wave of panic wash over him as Pierre struck a nerve.
"Well, I also understand that you don't have the courage to choose an honorable death in battle. Even though you carry the name of a duke's family, it might have been better than becoming a prisoner."
"Damn it…! Did you come all the way here just to say something so sarcastic?"
Realizing that continuing this long conversation would only increase his stress, Steward suppressed his anger and asked about the purpose of Pierre's visit.
"No, Father has summoned you."
"What? Father is calling for me…?"
Since being disinherited at Amande, it had been nearly impossible for Steward to receive a summon from his father, Duke Huguenot. Thus, he tilted his head in confusion, though a hint of joy seeped into his tone.
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Inside the guest house on the grounds of Galarc Kingdom Castle, Steward, along with Pierre, visited Duke Huguenot's office.
"Father, I brought Brother."
Pierre entered the room, leading Steward.
"Thank you for your trouble. Pierre, you may return to your duties."
"...Yes, Father."
Upon being dismissed by Duke Huguenot, Pierre nodded obediently. However, disliking the idea of his disinherited brother being alone with their father, he shot a glare at Steward as he left.
"Ha."
Steward smirked triumphantly. But—
"What are you laughing at?"
"N-nothing. What is the matter today?"
Cold water was thrown on him by Duke Huguenot's voice, causing Steward to hurriedly put on a serious expression. Nevertheless, the glimmer of hope in his eyes, wondering if he had been summoned for some good reason, was evident.
"It was about four years ago. Do you remember the outdoor training exercise you participated in at the academy?"
Duke Huguenot abruptly brought up the topic, as if to extinguish the light in his son's eyes.
"...Uh, the outdoor exercise? Four years ago, you say…"
The question was completely unexpected, and Steward's gaze darted around.
"It's about the exercise where you caused a problem. I won't let you say you've forgotten."
"Uh, yes. Of course, I remember…"
He couldn't possibly forget. Looking back, that outdoor exercise was the trigger for his father's disappointment in him.
However, he felt it was unfair to say he had caused the problem. While it was true that Flora had almost fallen off a cliff due to colliding with Steward, he himself had been shoved and had collided with her.
(I was the victim here.)
There was no reason for him to take responsibility. At least that was how he perceived it, and the external handling should have reflected that as well. Yet—
"Why are you bringing up something so old now…?"
Steward cautiously inquired.
"The name of the person who caused the commotion during that outdoor exercise was… what was it?"
Duke Huguenot ignored Steward's question and posed his own.
"Surely it was… Rio."
He could not possibly forget that name. In fact, just recalling it was bothersome. Steward grimaced as he recalled the wretched orphan who stood out too much, with a smug expression, as if he were a plague.
(If only he hadn't been there…)
Flora wouldn't have almost fallen from the cliff.
In reality, it had been other boys who had shoved Steward. The incident had started when Steward panicked after being injured by a monster's ambush and clung to the boys during the battle. As a result, he collided with Flora and sent her flying off the cliff. That was the pure, unadulterated truth.
But—
(He pushed me and involved Flora-sama. I'm not the one at fault.)
Steward had even manipulated the power of his family to distort the facts. Thus, he had pinned all the blame on Rio. Now, he was twisting his own memories and perceptions. Just thinking of Rio after such a long time left him feeling irritated.
"...I see."
After a significant pause, Duke Huguenot quietly acknowledged. Then—
Steward shivered. He felt as though Duke Huguenot had directed a gaze so cold it could be felt as intent to kill. Yet, in the next moment, Duke Huguenot closed his eyes as if lost in thought.
(...Was it just my imagination?)
As Steward tilted his head in confusion—
"By the way, you weren't in the rooftop garden when the attack happened yesterday."
Duke Huguenot suddenly changed the subject.
"Yes, I was on duty patrolling during the night shift…"
"That doesn't matter. Did you see Lord Amakawa's fight?"
Duke Huguenot's tone contained a hint of exasperation, likely assuming Steward had been hiding somewhere inside the castle. Whether or not Steward picked up on that was another matter—
"...No, I was extremely tired after my shift ended, so I was asleep… I didn't see it."
"It turned into quite a commotion; you know."
Duke Huguenot looked at his son with a gaze full of disbelief.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Well, it's fine. I'm going to meet with Lady Christina now. You will accompany me."
Duke Huguenot instructed Steward as he rose from his chair.
"...Huh?"
Steward was taken aback. It was exceedingly rare for his father to take him along anywhere now.
"I said to come with me."
"I…I understand!"
Steward responded with a joyful voice, his excitement bubbling over. The prospect of being allowed to attend a conversation with Christina made him think that perhaps his father was considering promoting him once again. Hope shone brightly in his eyes.
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On the same floor of the guest house, Steward entered Lady Christina's office as Duke Huguenot's guard.
As Christina and Duke Huguenot sat across from each other, Steward stood behind his father. Additionally, Vanessa stood by Christina as her guard.
(She's beautiful, as always…)
Being able to behold the beauty of Christina, who was a pride of the Beltrum Kingdom, up close made Steward nearly lose himself in admiration.
For Steward, who had fallen to the status of a mere knight after being disinherited, Christina was now a being from another world. Though they had once acted together as members of the same team during outdoor training at the Royal Academy, opportunities to see her were now exceedingly rare.
When had it been since he could get so close to Christina? Rather—
(After all, she's not the kind of cheap woman you could buy with money… No, she doesn't even compare to any noblewoman around. Her elegance, her charm, her very essence is on another level.)
Steward was captivated by Christina's ephemeral and noble aura. When was the last time he had laid eyes on such an exquisite woman? He felt an overwhelming urge to push her down and claim her for himself, swallowing hard.
"...How rare. To see you walking with your son."
Christina glanced at Steward and then turned her probing gaze toward Duke Huguenot.
"There's a shortage of personnel, so I had him accompany me as a guard."
Duke Huguenot spoke curtly. Meanwhile—
(...Could it be that father intends to elevate me again?)
Inside, Steward's hopes were swelling.
This was because, as Christina had noted, Duke Huguenot rarely brought his son along. Especially during one-on-one meetings with important figures, it was exceedingly rare for anyone to accompany him.
This tendency stemmed from Duke Huguenot's cautious nature; he preferred not to increase the number of those who could know sensitive information when conducting important matters.
Even Pierre, his younger brother who was currently gaining experience as the duke's secretary, seldom had the chance to attend meetings with important figures. So, for Duke Huguenot to have Steward accompany him to a meeting with Christina—
"Heh…"
It was no wonder Steward felt he was being treated specially. He had often been cast into the shadows, feeling miserable, so the conditions for him to feel elated were perfectly aligned. Being the center of attention from Christina made him stand proudly with a sense of accomplishment.
(This is it. This is the way a noble of the duke's family should be.)
A stage high above the clouds, accessible only to a select few powerful nobles. The realization that he had returned to that stage stirred a strong sense of pride in Steward.
However—
"...Right. Well, that's fine. So, what do you need? I have a meeting with King Francois shortly, so please keep it brief."
Christina quickly lost interest in Steward. She must have been curious about why Duke Huguenot was acting differently than usual, but she likely deemed it a waste of time to ponder. She probably didn't intend to discuss anything that would cause trouble if Steward were to ask.
"It's not urgent, but there's something I'd like to address sooner rather than later. It relates to the future of the Restoration."
"Go on, then."
"First, it's about Haruto-kun… No, Lord Amakawa and the strange phenomena surrounding him. Interestingly, we had completely forgotten about him until just yesterday…"
"...And this concerns the future of the Restoration, right?"
Christina shot Duke Huguenot a look that mixed exasperation and caution at the seemingly unrelated topic.
"Yes. Since this is about him, I wanted to understand what happened to him as a prerequisite. Has Lady Christina heard anything?"
"...I've heard it's a curse from a troublesome ancient magic item. Apparently, we regained our memories of him because the barrier that neutralizes it was activated."
What had happened to Rio had already been relayed to Christina through King Francois the previous day. Besides the residents living in Rio's mansion, only Francois, Christina, Flora, Liliana, Liselotte, and Aria knew this information.
However, among the transcendental beings, the Wise God was revered in the Strahl region. Conditions were set for sharing information, meaning that unless they obtained Rio's consent, they were not to divulge the truth to any third party. There was an implicit threat that failure to comply would lead to losing Galarc Kingdom's trust.
Thus, Christina masked her expression and lied. This explanation had been agreed upon in discussions with Francois and Liliana. In reality, there existed an unfathomably vast number of magic items in this world. Blaming it on an unknown ancient magic item could easily gloss over most unnatural phenomena.
"A curse from a magic item, you say. I've heard of items that can indeed affect people's perceptions and memories…"
"Do you find that hard to believe?"
"...It's not that I don't believe it, but the scope of its effect seems excessively broad, almost too absurd…"
It was natural for Duke Huguenot to feel skeptical when told it was the effect of a magic item. However, the truth was even more absurd. Even if she conveyed that it wasn't a magic item manipulating people's memories but rather a divine rule, it would still be an incredibly hard story to accept.
"That's understandable. I'm confused myself."
Christina sincerely smiled wryly, empathizing with Duke Huguenot. Then, with a serious expression, she added,
"But what occurred was real. There's no reason to doubt Lord Amakawa."
This alone made it clear that Christina had absolute trust in Rio.
"Of course. I'm not doubting him."
"Then what is it?"
"I've lightly investigated the reactions around him. Surprisingly, many people who had lost their memories didn't seem to have a strong sense of dissonance or loss."
"...It seems so."
Christina had already heard about the reactions to Rio within the castle. Those who had little interest in Rio to begin with, or whose relationships with him were weak, seemed to lack any significant feeling regarding their memory loss.
Since they had originally not focused their attention on Rio, the gap of lost memories likely hadn't affected them much. It seemed they thought of it as, "Oh, I remember someone like that."
Conversely, those who had initially had a strong connection with Rio, or those who had recognized him strongly the moment they regained their memories, were more affected by the gap of lost memories. The most notable examples were those living in the mansion with Rio and those who had been present in the rooftop garden during the battle and had recognized him.
"Did you know? For instance, this Steward here. He did not witness Lord Amakawa in battle yesterday."
Duke Huguenot glanced back at Steward.
(...So that's why you had your son present.)
Christina's gaze shifted to Steward as well.
"Steward, you remember Lord Amakawa, don't you?"
"Yes, I do remember, but..."
Steward nodded bitterly. Even if he wanted to forget, there was no way he could. The man known as Haruto Amakawa had once made him taste bitterness in Amande. One could say he was the cause of Steward's disinheritance. However, that didn't mean he thought about Rio constantly.
"You must have lost your memories of him, but did you feel any sense of loss or dissonance?"
"No. Well, I wasn't thinking about him on a daily basis, so I didn't particularly notice…"
He almost referred to him as "that guy," but quickly corrected himself, responding with an expression that revealed his confusion.
"As you can see, there are those who don't even realize they've lost their memories."
Duke Huguenot stopped looking at Steward behind him and redirected his gaze to Christina, who was sitting across from him.
"I understand that, but you're still being rather vague. I can't see how this connects to the future of the Restoration."
Christina also returned her gaze to Duke Huguenot, questioning the intent of the conversation.
"There is a connection. If we were to invite him to the Restoration, we need to discuss what kind of drawbacks might arise."
It was already clear that the main topic was inviting Rio.
"...I thought we agreed to refrain from discussing that."
Given that Duke Huguenot had brought up the subject of Rio, Christina could have suspected that this conversation would take this turn. She looked annoyed.
"However, you should know well the situation we are currently in, Lady Christina."
There was a sense of urgent frustration and yearning in Duke Huguenot's words. It was evident that he was determined not to back down easily.
(Father...)
Steward realized that his father was about to discuss something more significant than he had anticipated and stared at his back in astonishment.
"Of course, I understand."
"It's not just a shortage of personnel and financial difficulties. There is a lack of hope. We can't see a future. Those who have lost Rodania, who have been separated from their families, and who have fled here are all filled with anxiety. It's a thought I don't want to entertain, but if this situation drags on, it wouldn't be surprising if some were to rebel. I could say that the very survival of the organization is at stake."
"...I understand. To alleviate the members' anxieties, I've decided to declare my ascension to the throne earlier than planned."
In fact, Christina's declaration of her ascension to the throne as queen had received positive feedback within the Restoration organization. However—
"Certainly, Lady Christina's declaration may have eased the members' anxieties, but it is likely just a temporary measure. Even if we hold the coronation, it's clear that the legitimacy of your ascension will be questioned. If that happens, the very problems I am concerned about may well surface."
In the first place, Christina's declaration of ascension using the Regalia should not have been a mere stopgap measure.
It was a trump card she had preserved, intended as a decisive strategy to defeat the Duke Arbor faction at the right moment.
"I understand that we need a strategy to improve the situation… and that hope is necessary."
Christina spoke, but her expression was grim. Having already played a card that should have been saved, it meant she had no effective options left.
"Exactly, we need hope. We need hope in a visible form. A strong hope that can break through the dark clouds overshadowing our future."
"So, you're saying that hope lies with Lord Amakawa?"
"Now, there is no one who does not know of his valor. Even those who were not in the rooftop garden have seen the battle from a distance yesterday. It is well known within the castle that the one who defeated that monster is Lord Amakawa. The fame of having defeated the King's sword, Alfred, also holds great significance for us. If such a person were to assist the Restoration…"
Naturally, the members would harbor hope. They would place their expectations on Rio.
"…"
Duke Huguenot's desire to rely on Rio was understandable. It was persuasive. However, Christina remained silent. This silence was a clear indication of her reluctance, or rather, her outright negativity toward bringing Rio into the fold.
Yet, undeterred—
"The members of the organization are bound to hope. They might think that he could single-handedly reclaim Rodania, that he could lead us."
Duke Huguenot argued passionately.
"…Are you saying we should entrust our future to someone who has no connection to us?"
"If that's the case, then we should establish a relationship with him."
"Another matchmaking proposal? You know he has no interest in that."
Christina felt exasperated by yet another conversation on the same topic.
There were already many attractive individuals around Rio. There was no room for the young ladies of the Restoration to intervene. There was one possibility, or perhaps the most likely candidate—
"Celia is here."
"…Even so, it's not for outsiders to meddle in this."
Christina maintained her sour expression and refused to change her passive attitude. This seemed to finally frustrate Duke Huguenot.
"This is not a time for leisurely talk. After all, Celia is also a member of the Restoration. Even if we set aside the matchmaking for now, we should make efforts to get Lord Amakawa to lend us his assistance. It's a problem that Celia isn't doing that, but isn't it strange that you, Lady Christina, aren't ordering her to do so?"
Duke Huguenot appealed emotionally.
"That kind of thing is impossible."
Christina frowned openly, expressing her feelings.
"Why not?"
"What does Lord Amakawa gain in return for helping us? To ask for assistance without being able to present what he would gain in return is quite shameless."
"You could at least ask what kind of compensation he desires to know that. Why aren't you doing that?"
"…I've had some probing conversations in the past. Based on that, I thought we wouldn't have anything we could offer him. He doesn't seem to want much. You understand that don't you?"
"Even so, we have never formally established a negotiation with him as an organization. It's fine to try even if the chances are slim. I would like to accompany you and ask him for his cooperation."
With that, the two engaged in a heated debate. No matter how much Duke Huguenot was of a higher rank than Christina, today he could not hold back.
(Father is getting so heated...)
Steward watched the argument between his father and Christina, quietly holding his breath.
(Is our future really that dire?)
While he understood vaguely that the situation of the Restoration was quite poor, seeing his father, who could be considered the effective number two in the organization, so agitated made him feel a growing sense of urgency.
"…"
Although Christina was reluctant to request Rio's cooperation, she fell into deep thought in silence. If Rio were to lend his assistance, it was clear that the situation would likely improve. It was also true that she couldn't think of any other viable alternatives.
"Lady Christina, if you had any good alternatives, I wouldn't be pressing so much. We should not have the luxury of being choosy in our current state. There's no time to waste. Do you have a rational reason for not asking Lord Amakawa for help in this situation?"
Duke Huguenot, growing impatient with Christina's silence, posed the question.
"…Even if we were to gain his assistance, the effects of the curse that torments Lord Amakawa are still present. Once we step outside the barrier, we will forget about Lord Amakawa again."
Christina retorted bitterly. But—
"Even so, I don't think there are significant disadvantages to having him assist us. If we return to the barrier, we should be able to regain our memories, right?"
While not being able to coordinate with our own forces when requesting his military might is a drawback, what we're seeking from Rio is not collaboration with a group but rather his individual power. If he is willing to wield that power for our side, then the lack of coordination during operational actions shouldn't be a major issue.
"There are other reasons as well. You saw that Lord Amakawa fought while wearing a mask, right?"
"Yes."
"If he isn't wearing that mask, Lord Amakawa cannot fight outside the barrier."
"…Is that also a result of the curse?"
"Yes. If he fights outside the barrier without the mask, it seems he himself will lose his memories."
With that, Christina explained her reluctance to ask Rio for cooperation. However—
"That is indeed a problem, but…"
Duke Huguenot seemed unsatisfied, grimacing as he pondered.
"It seems that while Lord Amakawa is fighting, the mask breaks due to the curse. Moreover, the number of masks is limited."
"If we can pay a price that corresponds to the masks consumed, it only sounds like we can have him assist us."
"…In theory, yes."
"Is there any room for anything other than logic to enter this discussion?"
Duke Huguenot did not relent in his pursuit. With the future of the organization at stake, he threw words without holding back.
"…"
As Christina was unable to respond immediately and fell into troubled silence—
"I can't shake the feeling that I'm being led in circles. I've felt this way for some time. Whenever the topic of Lord Amakawa arises, it seems to me that you, Lady Christina, reach conclusions based on your emotions and then construct logic to support your statements."
Duke Huguenot pressed further, cutting through any pretense.
"…I just don't want to be a bother."
Perhaps due to her guilt toward Rio, a shadow crossed Christina's eyes.
"…Is that truly the only reason?"
For some reason, Duke Huguenot hesitated and cautiously asked. It seemed to be the first time he showed uncertainty in this discussion—
"What do you mean?"
Christina tilted her head suspiciously.
"…I don't want to be a bother. I understand that. However, I can't help but feel that it's not the only reason."
"Then what is it?"
"I want to know that…"
Duke Huguenot lowered his gaze, bitterly exhaling as if it were a solitary murmur. Perhaps concerned about Steward standing behind him, he momentarily showed signs of wanting to turn around.
(…Father?)
Steward raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Immediately after, the castle bells rang, announcing the appointed hour.
"Lady Christina, it's almost time for your meeting with King Francois."
Vanessa whispered in Christina's ear. And so—
"I'm sorry, but as I mentioned earlier, I have a meeting scheduled with King Francois. Hiroaki-sama will be attending as well, so let's discuss this matter again another time."
Christina sighed and ended the conversation.
"I will come back to discuss it soon."
Duke Huguenot let out a heavy sigh and left the room.
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Right after leaving the room.
"…Steward."
Duke Huguenot suddenly stopped and called out to his son walking behind him. However, he did not turn around.
"Y-yes."
Steward couldn't tell what kind of expression his father had. However, having just witnessed him heatedly arguing with Christina, he responded apprehensively.
"Forget the conversation that took place in the room."
Duke Huguenot, still facing forward, ordered in a voice that seemed to suppress his emotions.
"…Huh?"
The sudden command left Steward slow to understand.
"Your response?"
"Y-yes!"
Prompted in an irritated tone, Steward hastily nodded.
Then—
"…You don't need to do anything anymore."
Duke Huguenot added, still in a voice that suppressed his emotions, but with a tone of irritation.
"Eh…?"
Steward was bewildered. However, Duke Huguenot said nothing more and began to walk toward his office on the same floor. Steward was startled and hurried to follow his father's back. When he quickly reached the duke's office—
"Oh, this is perfect timing. It seemed you were out, so I was just about to leave."
A visitor had arrived. He was a stout, middle-aged nobleman, and a bodyguard accompanied him.
"This is Duke Gregory…"
Duke Huguenot was taken aback by the unexpected encounter.
The visitor was Clemence Gregory, a high-ranking noble from the Galarc Kingdom. He was the head of the Gregory family, who had their territory occupied by Saint Erika before Rio became transcendental.
"I sincerely apologize for not notifying you in advance, but I have a somewhat complicated matter to discuss. That boy over there is certainly…"
Duke Gregory's gaze shifted to Steward.
"My foolish son, Steward."
"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Steward placed his right hand on his chest and saluted like a knight.
"Well, well, how reassuring."
"How embarrassing. I'm the eldest son, yet I am a failure with no right to inherit the family estate."
"…"
Humiliated by his father, Steward shuddered in shame. Duke Gregory smiled gently at him.
"No, no, you are quite admirable."
"I'm flattered. So, you have something to discuss?"
"Yes, if possible, I would like it to remain confidential."
"Understood. Please, come inside."
Duke Huguenot invited Duke Gregory into his office. Then—
"Steward, return to your previous duties."
He instructed his son.
"…Yes!"
Steward replied obediently and returned to his patrol duty.
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After having his secretary prepare tea and dismissing him so that the two could be alone—
"Princess Christina is scheduled to meet with our king, correct?"
Duke Gregory began as if making small talk.
"Yes, you are well informed."
"It seems our Hero Satsuki-sama and the newly appointed Hero Masato-sama will also be attending. I've heard that our Princess Charlotte and Princess Liliana from the Centostella Kingdom will be present as well. Moreover, even Amakawa, who has been causing quite a stir…"
His eyes narrowed slightly when mentioning the attendees, especially Rio.
"Oh…"
Duke Huguenot was taken aback. Seeing his reaction—
"Oh, you weren't aware?"
Duke Gregory pointed out.
"I didn't know the details of the attendees… It seems this meeting is grander than I expected."
"Indeed, one wonders what they will discuss with all the Heroes gathered."
"I haven't been informed about that either…"
Certainly, it piqued his curiosity.
Duke Huguenot grunted in thought.
"This won't do. There are too many secrets. They claim it's nothing significant, but that's hardly the case."
Duke Gregory shook his head in lament.
"Indeed, if they're going to keep information under wraps, I wish they would handle it more skillfully. It feels as if they don't trust us, which isn't a pleasant feeling."
It would be one thing if it only temporarily dampened motivation, but a long-term cooperative relationship cannot exist without mutual trust. If dissatisfaction accumulates to the point where minimal trust is lost and it leads to "I never want to work with this person again," it would be disastrous.
"Goodness, indeed. Sharing information is a sign of trust. If we're misled, it makes us suspicious of whether there's something inconvenient for them. I wish they would trust high-ranking officials like us a bit more."
Gregory's words were imbued with not just empathy but also dissatisfaction, likely stemming from his own experiences.
(Well, I'm not saying they need to reveal everything. I don't intend to ask for information that doesn't concern me, and I understand there are things that are better left unsaid. I also sometimes withhold information from those around me.)
What matters is that if information cannot be shared, it should be communicated clearly without pretense. Sometimes, withholding information can also be a sign of trust. At least, that's what Duke Huguenot personally believes and strives to practice.
"If I'm involved, it's even more critical. Being evasive in answering questions and shifting the topic to confuse us is simply unacceptable, and prying and being treated as a nuisance is utterly out of the question."
Duke Huguenot interjected. Perhaps because the latter part was based on his own experiences, he wore a bitter expression.
"Ha ha ha, I can relate to that. It seems we are both having our struggles."
Duke Gregory laughed heartily.
"That seems to be the case."
Duke Huguenot chuckled and agreed. They exchanged light complaints as a form of greeting and formed a sense of camaraderie before—
"I would love to continue drinking slowly like this, but that will have to be for another occasion. I came today to discuss something a bit more serious."
"You mentioned you had a complicated matter to discuss…"
"Yes, but let's keep this strictly between us."
"…Understood. So, what is it that you wish to discuss?"
The two dukes tightened their expressions and gazed at each other without relaxing.
"To be honest, I was hesitant to take on such a role. After all, there are connections among nobles that transcend borders, aren't there?"
Duke Gregory began with an oddly convoluted preamble.
"…Is this about a noble from the Beltrum Kingdom?"
"As expected, you have a good intuition. A relative of mine is married to a noble from your country, and I was asked to relay a message from a certain individual."
"Oh…"
Upon hearing Duke Gregory's words, Duke Huguenot's gaze sharpened further. Regardless of who this "certain individual" was, what kind of message could they have?
"There is someone who wishes to meet with you privately and discuss matters."
"…That doesn't sound pleasant. For me, belonging to a rival faction, to have a secret meeting under these circumstances is quite serious."
If the fact of the secret meeting were to come to light, or even just rumors of it occurring, it would be extremely problematic. It wouldn't be surprising at all to be branded a traitor.
"Surely, it doesn't change the fact that we are both nobles of the same kingdom who are concerned about the future of our nation?"
"That's one way to put it. Bringing up such a matter could, if rumors spread, jeopardize your position, don't you think?"
"That's why I'm speaking with you one-on-one like this. If you don't let it slip, it shouldn't spread, should it?"
"…This is quite the disturbance."
Duke Huguenot glared at Duke Gregory reproachfully.
"I apologize. I was pressed by my relative to bring this up. I had to fulfill at least a minimal obligation, so I hope you can forgive me. Please don't misunderstand; I remain neutral personally. I have no idea what the other party intends to discuss, and whether you choose to engage in a secret meeting is beyond my concern."
Duke Gregory insisted on his neutrality, but—
"…"
It was clear that Duke Huguenot was on guard.
(Is this a trap or a sedition attempt? Either way, it's certain they're trying to unsettle me. But I never expected to be approached with such a discussion…)
While he anticipated efforts to divide the Restoration, he couldn't help but be surprised that he was now a target. If this isn't a trap, then the intention is likely a nine out of ten-chance invitation to betray Christina and switch allegiance to the Arbor faction.
(It wouldn't be surprising if they've already begun to intrigue other nobles as well. That's why I've been saying we need to act quickly…)
Despite needing Haruto Amakawa's assistance and name recognition to prevent such situations, Christina was still hesitating at this critical juncture. Duke Huguenot bit his lip in frustration.
In such an uncertain situation, it wouldn't be strange for someone to defect. If even a high-ranking official like Duke Huguenot felt shaken, the lower-ranking members would be even more unsettled.
"…"
Wouldn't nobles start appearing one after another to accept the invitation for secret meetings? Shouldn't he also consider attending a secret meeting to ascertain the other party's intentions?
(No, that's impossible. To agree to a secret meeting…)
He suddenly felt as though he was teetering on the edge of no return and gasped.
"You will need time to think. They request your answer by the time of the upcoming meeting with the Beltrum government… preferably by the coronation at the latest."
Duke Gregory communicated the deadline for a response, revealing a shallow smile as if enjoying Duke Huguenot's distress.
"What response? I don't even know who this noble is… No, that's quite enough. I will pretend I never heard this."
Duke Huguenot declared firmly, his tone harsh. He covered his eyes with his right hand, trying to suppress a headache and not be swayed by the fog of uncertainty.
"Is that so?"
Duke Gregory nodded readily, showing no offense. Thus, the secret discussion between the two dukes came to an end.
◇ ◇ ◇
Meanwhile, while Duke Huguenot concluded his secret talk with Duke Gregory, a gathering of royalty, including the Heroes, was assembling in King Francois's reception room at the Galarc Kingdom castle.
Satsuki, Masato, Hiroaki, Charlotte, Liliana, Christina, and Francois were all present. Additionally, Rio and Aishia were there. In fact, it was Rio who had gathered everyone. The purpose was to explain various matters regarding Heroes and the Great Spirit. Sara, Orphia, and Alma, who had close ties with spirits, were also invited to join.
Only Rio and Aishia stood as they provided their explanation. The previous day, after defeating the golem, they had deliberately obscured information about Heroes and the Great Spirit in their explanation to the residents of the mansion. They had only informed the royalty of each country before explaining to Hero and the others.
First, they revealed that Heroes had the Great Spirits dwelling within them and were in a constant state of fusion.
Upon learning that the long-missing Great Spirits had been close by, Sara and the others, who were of the spirit race, could not hide their surprise. However, since they had been informed that this meeting was arranged to explain matters to Satsuki and the others, they maintained their silence. On the other hand—
"The fusion with the Great Spirits…"
Satsuki remained seated, looking down at her body with a puzzled expression.
"The six Great Spirits were once known as transcendental beings alongside the Dragon King and the Seven Wise Gods, watching over this world. Satsuki-san is the Wind Great Spirit, Hiroaki-san is the Water Great Spirit, and Masato has the Earth Great Spirit contracted with him."
"A contract is supposed to be made with mutual consent, so it feels a bit unsettling to have it forced upon us like this."
Satsuki pouted slightly, appearing dissatisfied.
"Well, that's just how it is. It's a common trope in fantasy works."
"Isn't that right?"
Hiroaki and Masato readily accepted this explanation.
"To accept that so easily feels very boyish, doesn't it?"
Satsuki sighed a bit in exasperation.
"Haha. Well, there are people around us who have contracts too. Haruto-niichan is also contracted with Aishia-neechan, right? And Sara-neechan and the others too."
Masato pointed out as he looked at Rio, Aishia, Sara, Orphia, and Alma.
"Ah. However, I found out that there are two types of contracts with spirits. There's the usual spirit contract, which has a shallow connection with the spirit, and the stronger spirit bond contract. Sara-san and the others have the usual spirit contract, while the rest of us, including the Heroes, have the spirit covenant."
"Does that change anything?"
Masato continued to ask.
"As I mentioned, it allows for fusion with the spirits. Also, we can create spirit arms… or for the Heroes, divine arms. Aishia?"
"Yes."
At a nod from Rio, Aishia transformed into a spirit form and vanished. Immediately after, as they fused, Rio materialized a sword in the form of spirit arms.
"…"
Hiroaki's eyes widened in surprise. He had seen Aishia's spirit form during the battle with the golem, but since he had only recently learned that she was a spirit, his astonishment was profound.
"That's so cool!"
Masato looked at the sword in Rio's hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"With this, Aishia and I are now in a fused state. In this state, our bodies become more resilient, and our ability to cast spells improves. Our healing abilities also increase, so even if we get injured, we won't die easily. The stronger the degree of fusion, the greater the effects. The reason Heroes can wield such powerful abilities is due to this fusion."
Rio looked around at everyone as he spoke about the benefits of fusion.
"From what you're saying, it doesn't seem like there's much difference between us and Haruto-kun… rather, Haruto-kun is also a Hero, right?"
Satsuki said thoughtfully.
"No, being able to create spirit arms doesn't make you a Hero. There are other reasons why someone is called a Hero," Rio said, a slight shadow crossing his face.
"So, even though we can fuse and create divine arms, there's still some difference between us and Haruto-kun?"
"There is. The spirit covenant I have with Aishia differs from the spirit covenants you all have with the Great Spirits. That difference is what makes you all Heroes."
It was evident from Rio's expression that this difference was not a favorable one.
"...What specifically is the difference?" Hiroaki asked, staring intently at Rio.
"It's whether the contract goes against the will of the spirits or not."
"…"
Everyone except the royals gasped at Rio's unsettling answer.
"The Great Spirits are being forced into contracts with Heroes against their own will."
"…Why?"
Satsuki asked timidly.
"During the Divine-Demon War, the Six Wise Gods sought the cooperation of the Great Spirits to counter the demon race. However, the negotiations broke down. I don't know the details, but it seems they were deceived. The Six Wise Gods created a subjugation magic centered on the spirit covenants to unilaterally utilize the power of the Great Spirits. That's what a Hero is."
As Rio revealed the secret of the Heroes' birth—
"…"
The three present Heroes had subtle expressions on their faces.
"How should I put this… isn't that terrible? The Six Wise Gods, I mean," Satsuki said, expressing her honest feelings.
"Is it okay to talk about this? They're deities revered in the Strahl region, right?"
Hiroaki glanced at the reactions of the royals present, worried that they might be discussing something quite serious.
"It cannot be made public. I was informed beforehand, but in addition to it being a matter for the Heroes themselves, it's also at Haruto's request that this meeting was arranged. I would like to ask everyone to swear not to carelessly speak of what is discussed here."
Francois spoke calmly.
"…I get it. Issues related to religion seem risky," Hiroaki nodded while scratching his head, glancing at Rio.
"Shall we return to the main topic? If you ask me if I am a Hero, my answer is no. Only those who have a spirit covenant with the six Great Spirits are considered Heroes."
Thus, Rio clarified the definition of a Hero.
"But there shouldn't be any difference in what Haruto-kun and we can do, right?"
"If we only look at what we can do, that's correct."
"That's a somewhat ambiguous way to put it…"
Satsuki stared intently at Rio's face.
"As I already mentioned, the issue lies in going against the will of the Great Spirits. Even at this moment, the Great Spirits wish to escape the constraints of the spirit bonds. Should I say it that way?"
"…"
Perhaps imagining the Great Spirits sleeping within them, the Heroes stiffened their faces and naturally looked down at their own bodies.
"The Great Spirits want to break their spirit covenants with the Heroes and become free. But that cannot happen. The Six Wise Gods have imposed powerful seals to prevent the Great Spirits from coming to the surface."
"Even if we want it, we can't annul the contract?"
Satsuki asked.
"…No. A spirit covenant is a technique that connects the souls of humans and spirits at a nearly fused level. Once it's established, there is no way to undo the covenant. Unless the contractor dies…"
Rio conveyed this with difficulty, yet clearly.
"…I see."
"Aishia and I can freely dissolve our fusion, but you Heroes cannot. You are forced to be in a constant state of fusion with the Great Spirits."
"That's something Haruto-kun can do, but we can't."
"…Yes. Since this deeply involves you all, I should also explain the drawbacks of fusion."
With that, Rio prefaced his explanation—
"While you are fused with a spirit, think of it as being close to a non-human existence while still being human. If you strengthen the degree of fusion too much, you might truly lose your humanity. The specific disadvantages that arise are also unclear. In the worst-case scenario, there's a risk that you may never be able to return to being human."
Rio explained the drawbacks of fusion.
"...So, it's a risk-laden enhancement of ability," Hiroaki said, showing a somewhat confident smile as if he found it appealing. However—
"As a result of powerful fusion, my hair and eye color changed, and I can't revert it. After dissolving the fusion, the burden on my body also increases depending on the degree of fusion."
"…"
Upon hearing the actual changes that occurred to Rio, Hiroaki's face also slightly stiffened.
"If I continue to undergo powerful fusion in the future, I don't know what might happen; we might be lucky that it hasn't gone worse than this. Especially since you all are always in a fused state, please don't think lightly about increasing the degree of fusion. If it's a weak fusion, it seems there's almost no effect on the body."
"...Once the fusion progresses, is there no way to return to normal?"
Satsuki asked anxiously.
"There should be a limiter in place to prevent the degree of fusion from rising too high, but how much adjustment is possible is unclear. Aishia and I can communicate to adjust our degree of fusion, but you Heroes cannot do that…"
"But that ice Hero, Renji, who fought in Rodania. Didn't he seem to have fused more strongly than us?"
Hiroaki interjected with a frown. He was recalling the painful experience he had with Kikuchi Renji during the retreat in Rodania.
"Yes, that is highly likely. He seemed more experienced in battle than the last time I saw him, and his magical skill was quite impressive as well."
"Tch…"
Hiroaki clicked his tongue in frustration and then—
"So, there must be a way to increase the degree of fusion," he asked Rio.
"W-wait, didn't you hear Haruto-kun's story? He said it's dangerous to increase the degree of fusion…"
Satsuki hurriedly tried to reason with Hiroaki.
"Of course, I heard it. But I don't want to lose again to that guy if it comes down to it."
"That's…"
The powerlessness of not being able to do anything in a crisis was something Satsuki had also experienced firsthand. Perhaps that's why she struggled to find the words, looking frustrated. Then—
"There is still a troublesome risk of fusion that only Heroes bear," Rio sighed and interjected.
"...What do you mean?" Hiroaki asked.
"If the degree of fusion becomes too high, there's a risk that the Great Spirit will seize control of your body."
"…!"
The Heroes gasped in shock.
"Saint Erika. She is a perfect example of that. Due to the extreme degree of fusion, she was overtaken by the earth's Great Spirit. What happened as a result is something you, Satsuki-san, should know well."
"…"
Satsuki's expression hardened with concern.
"...What happened?" Hiroaki asked.
"...A disaster occurred. The ground—no, the very earth flipped over, and a tsunami-like wave surged toward us, filling our line of sight…"
Satsuki recalled the scene from that time, speaking bitterly.
"Seriously…"
Hiroaki murmured in disbelief.
"There should be a limiter in place, so even if a Great Spirit were to take over a body, it would be temporary. However, what the Great Spirit would do while temporarily possessing the body is unknown. If they unleash a power that a human cannot withstand, even a fused Hero could weaken and die. Do you still wish to increase the degree of fusion?"
"…"
Hiroaki fell silent, feeling bitter.
"As long as you don't strengthen the degree of fusion, you'll be no different from an ordinary human. If you want to gain power, I recommend proper training to enhance your abilities. That way, you might be able to control the degree of fusion safely."
When Rio offered this advice—
"...Wait a minute. The way you put it implies there might be unsafe methods, doesn't it?" Hiroaki asked with a suspicious look.
"…There is. A method that is extremely dangerous and likely to increase the degree of fusion rapidly. It is the method used by Saint Erika. The ice Hero may have also employed this method. However, I absolutely do not want you to end up in such a situation. That's why I want to convey this to you."
In a sense, this is where the main topic begins.
"A Hero can forcibly increase the degree of fusion by sustaining a fatal injury."
"…"
A heavy silence descended once again, for the umpteenth time during this meeting.
"Even if a Hero suffers a fatal injury, they do not easily die. This is because the regenerative power acquired through fusion allows their wounds to heal. However, powerful fusion is needed to regenerate fatal injuries. Therefore, by suffering wounds that require strong fusion to heal, one can forcibly increase the degree of fusion."
"…"
Satsuki looked pale, as if she had realized something.
"...Satsuki-san suffered a fatal injury yesterday during the battle with the golem. The reason you didn't die was thanks to the regenerative power acquired through fusion."
Rio pointed out, glancing at Satsuki with concern.
"...I thought it was strange. I definitely had my chest pierced. Even in this morning's training, I felt unusually well..."
Satsuki managed a painful smile.
"Are you okay, Satsuki-neechan?"
Masato asked worriedly, concerned about her condition.
"...Yeah, I told you, right? I feel good."
Satsuki continued to put on her best smile, not wanting to cause any worry.
"I don't want to say ‘once,' but it shouldn't have risen to the point where the limiter couldn't hold it back. Unless you repeatedly sustained fatal injuries like Saint Erika did in a short time and underwent extreme regeneration…"
"…Yeah."
"You might be able to maintain a low level while living normally, but if you feel any abnormalities, please tell me right away."
"Thank you."
Satsuki expressed her gratitude with a fleeting smile. Then—
"...I understand that increasing fusion by sustaining fatal injuries is not good. However, being able to manipulate the degree of fusion is essential. Isn't that, right?"
Hiroaki said with a serious expression.
"Hey, Hiroaki-niichan…"
Masato frowned, thinking it didn't have to be addressed right now. However—
"I'm saying it's necessary to have enough power to avoid sustaining fatal injuries when something happens. If we had more strength yesterday… If we had been able to utilize our Hero powers effectively, Satsuki might not have been seriously injured."
Hiroaki hit the nail on the head.
"...That's true."
Masato agreed with a bitter expression.
"In regard to yesterday's ambush, I shouldn't have left the castle. I didn't anticipate that such a monster would appear and ended up being reactive."
Rio bit her lip, feeling apologetic, thinking that without Lina, the situation could have turned dire. But—
"That's not true."
Satsuki pointed out with irritation. Then—
"It's a bit annoying, but I think what Hiroaki-san is saying isn't wrong. It's reassuring that Haruto-kun is there to protect us, but relying solely on him isn't healthy. So, I share the same desire as Hiroaki-san to become stronger. I want to be able to protect not just myself, but everyone."
She appealed to Rio.
"Hmph."
Hiroaki snorted, feeling bashful.
"Besides, it's still true that Haruto-kun shouldn't recklessly increase his degree of fusion. But do you really think it's okay for you to stand at the forefront?"
Satsuki stood up and confronted Rio with intensity.
"Uh? Um…"
"And in Haruto-kun's case, it's not just fusion."
He is bound by the constraints of transcendental, and without the mask, he can't even fight. Not only could he be forgotten by people, but he could also lose his own memories. Satsuki pouted, frustrated at the thought of worrying about someone else.
"I gathered you all here today to explain the dangers of fusion…"
Rio chuckled awkwardly, glancing around. Seeing Rio being scolded by Satsuki for some reason—
"Hehe, the roles have reversed, haven't they?"
Charlotte laughed amusedly. Christina and Liliana were also chuckling softly.
"Well, that's fine. It seems the original purpose has been achieved. It's necessary for Haruto to be concerned for his own safety as well."
Francois smiled amiably, watching over Rio and Satsuki.
◇ ◇ ◇
A little while earlier.
In the castle of the Galarc Kingdom, Steward Huguenot had returned to his security duties. While looking around the vicinity of the guesthouse, he encountered Duke Gregory.
"Oh?"
Duke Gregory appeared to have just finished his conversation with Duke Huguenot and was leaving the guesthouse with his escort.
"This is quite the surprise, Duke Gregory."
"It has been since earlier."
As Steward approached to greet him, Duke Gregory wore a pleasant smile.
"Are you heading home already?"
It hadn't been long since Duke Gregory entered his father's office.
"Yes, I've concluded my business."
"I see. Well then."
Steward bowed respectfully, preparing to see the duke off.
"Indeed. Oh, by the way…"
Duke Gregory seemed to show signs of leaving but stopped as if he had recalled something. Then—
"Isn't Steward-dono around the same age as Princess Christina?"
He brought up the topic.
"I'm a year younger. We even took the same lectures at the Royal Academy."
"Really? That's quite something. I imagine you must have been very beautiful back then."
"Ha ha, there were many students in my year who admired her. Although, I never had the chance to get close."
"I can understand that. She's probably too beautiful, which makes her hard to approach even now."
While Duke Gregory was the head of the duke's family, Steward Huguenot was merely the son of a duke and had been disinherited. Nonetheless, Gregory spoke to Steward with polite language and engaged him in a friendly manner.
"It's probably also because she's an exceptional person. Back when we were at the academy, she always topped her classes, so perhaps it's natural to feel a sense of inferiority as a man."
Receiving courteous treatment from the head of a foreign duke's family put Steward in a good mood. He revealed a relaxed smile and engaged in small talk.
"Ha ha, indeed, when someone is more accomplished than you, it leaves you feeling inadequate as a man. But that's precisely why the man who becomes Princess Christina's partner must be quite happy."
Duke Gregory spoke while stroking his well-rounded chin, expressing the satisfaction and superiority of plucking a flower from a high peak.
"That's undoubtedly true."
"Let's hope that the knights of the Restoration aren't troubled by this…"
Duke Gregory began to speak in a strangely suggestive manner.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you familiar with our country's Amakawa?"
"Yes, well… he is quite a famous individual."
After widening his eyes in surprise, a shadow fell across Steward's face as he nodded. His reaction suggested that he was not merely taken aback by the sudden mention of Haruto's family name.
(Hmm, this is…)
Duke Gregory narrowed his eyes, carefully observing Steward's expression. Duke Gregory had felt a strong sense of discomfort regarding Rio's memory loss. Though he had little interaction with her, this was likely indicative of his strong wariness and resistance. So perhaps he thought he could extract something interesting from this?
"Princess Christina seems to have visited the Amakawa residence several times before. I was worried that it might have incurred the displeasure of those who protect His Highness. That fellow, allowing the princess to visit his residence, is rather audacious."
He spoke in a seemingly lamentable tone, attempting to shake the curtain of secrecy that concealed the shadow in Steward's demeanor.
"Yes, that's true. It might not be amusing. However, I believe Christina-sama must have her reasons…"
"Oh? What kind of reasons?"
"…This is just between us, but…"
Steward hesitated slightly but seemed to have decided to speak. Perhaps he found the conversation with a noble from another country enjoyable. After all, such an opportunity was rare.
"Of course."
"It's possible that she wants to borrow Lord Amakawa's power for the Restoration. She might be hesitant, fearing he would refuse…"
"I see, I see. His prowess is indeed astonishing. However, there's no need for him to hold back. Our country and the Restoration have a friendly relationship, and especially if it's Princess Christina, the leader, requesting cooperation, it's only right to gladly listen. It could even be said to be the duty of a noble in society."
Thanks to Duke Gregory's loquaciousness, it seemed he had succeeded in stirring up Steward's negative feelings toward Rio.
"...Well, it seems that Lord Amakawa originally comes from a common background."
Steward revealed his deeply ingrained prejudices against Rio's birth and etched a sneer on his face.
"Hmph, coming from a commoner's background, is he?"
Duke Gregory also showed a smirk, creating an atmosphere of agreement. However—
(Well, whether he was truly a commoner is questionable. His abilities were genuine. I can't deny that, nor can I look down on him. It's not amusing, but he's probably a necessary asset for the Galarc Kingdom. I can understand why His Majesty treats him specially. He remains an unknown entity, though…)
He secretly held a high opinion of Rio while harboring complex feelings. Nonetheless, there was no reason to voice such thoughts. For now, he was trying to provoke Steward's darkness to extract information.
Though he didn't hold high hopes, there was a possibility that Steward had information about Rio that Duke Gregory was unaware of. Valuable information can often be hidden in unexpected places. For that reason—
"Ah, it seems we can get along well. Let me see…"
Duke Gregory expressed familiarity, gradually closing the distance with Steward.
"I'm Steward."
He must have felt pleased to have his name acknowledged. Sensing that Duke Gregory might remember it, Steward volunteered his name.
"Ah yes, it was Steward-kun, wasn't it? Since we're at it, how about we take a little walk and chat?"
As a sign of camaraderie, Duke Gregory's tone became slightly more casual.
"Yes, I would be delighted."
Steward responded to the invitation with a smile. Then, with the accompanying attendants behind them, the two began to walk side by side—
"Speaking of which, Amakawa. Don't you find him rather mysterious? He mentioned that his parents were immigrants, but there's absolutely no background information before he made a name for himself. The strange incident of losing memories related to him occurred as well, making it increasingly unsettling."
Duke Gregory renewed the topic about Rio. In truth, this reflected his genuine feelings toward Rio. While he had come to acknowledge his abilities, he still harbored doubts about whether he could be trusted.
"Indeed, there are many mysteries surrounding him. I believe the first time he appeared was near Amande..."
"He saved Liselotte, the daughter of the Kretia, from a monster attack, right? He scattered the horde of monsters with strength beyond his years."
"Yes, I happened to be there as well. I must say, he certainly possesses the strength that the rumors suggested. Though it probably has a lot to do with the effects of the magical sword..."
Steward spoke with a somewhat sour expression, unable to fully acknowledge Rio's strength.
"Hmm. But when you think about it, doesn't it seem odd? A man with such strength never made a name for himself until that age. Even a magical sword isn't something a commoner can easily acquire."
"Indeed, it does seem unnatural. I have considered that he might be intentionally hiding his past and disguising his identity..."
"Oh, sharp thinking. Indeed, as expected of Huguenot's son. Quite exceptional."
"N-no, it's nothing. It was rumored before, after all..."
When Duke Gregory exaggeratedly praised him, Steward blushed, seemingly pleased.
"Actually, I had the same thought. I wondered if he was disguising his true identity."
"But doesn't a man with that much power have no reason to disguise himself?"
"No, no, he might want to hide some dark past."
"I see… If you think about it that way, it certainly makes sense, but if that's the case, he's unworthy of being a noble. That would be too despicable."
"Recently, there was an unusual situation where everyone lost their memories of him. It seems it was due to a curse from a magic item that caused others to not recognize him, but it feels suspicious. There's a possibility that he is using that magic item to hide a past that is inconvenient for him. Am I the only one who is overthinking this?"
"...Indeed. My, what a sharp observation, Your Grace Duke Gregory. After hearing what you just said, I thought the same."
Steward praised Duke Gregory and strongly agreed.
"Oh, you think so too?"
"Yes. If he can manipulate others' memories and perceptions at will, it wouldn't be strange for him to disguise his identity. Perhaps if we examine that magic item in detail, we can find out more?"
"Well, the magic item in question was reportedly taken by a hostile user."
"No, that's not possible…"
Steward's expression turned suspicious, as if he was doubting whether Rio might be secretly possessing it.
"I did convey my concerns to His Majesty, but I was dismissed with a comment about being foolish."
"That's… Could it be that even His Majesty is being manipulated?"
"Oh, let's not go there. If that were the case, His Majesty would also be a victim, but without solid evidence, questioning His Majesty's judgment is..."
"Y-yes, that's true. I apologize for my rudeness."
Steward stiffened and hurriedly apologized.
"It's alright. I understand. However, this should be kept just between us… it's best if we keep it as our own conversation."
Duke Gregory smiled broadly and made a gesture for secrecy.
"Yes… Still, while disguising his identity, he has achieved such success. It seems he couldn't resist the desire for advancement. It reveals a lot about the kind of person he is."
Steward seemed to completely take this as fact, perhaps to mask his own guilt arising from his earlier slip of the tongue, and mocked Rio.
"That's true. But, as it stands, it's still mere speculation."
Duke Gregory sighed, troubled.
"It would be nice if we had some solid evidence to expose his dark past."
"Evidence. I don't know if it will lead to anything, but…"
"Do you have something?"
"It's about the commotion that happened yesterday. I heard from a knight who was present at the scene that there was a girl who called him 'Rio.' If Haruto Amakawa is indeed a false name, it would seem that 'Rio' is his real name..."
Duke Gregory expressed this information without much expectation, knowing it might not be a strong lead. However—
"Rio...?"
Steward's expression froze.
Duke Gregory didn't miss that.
"...Oh, do you have some idea?"
"Ah, no..."
"That face of yours suggests you know something."
"I-I don't, but I can't be sure… and there's no evidence…"
Steward's voice trembled, becoming more hesitant. Meanwhile, various thoughts were racing through his mind.
(Rio...? Is it him? No, that's ridiculous. But if it is him…?)
Isn't this quite problematic? He sensed it instinctively, unable to gather his thoughts due to the suddenness of the realization. And then—
(...Could it be? That's why Father asked me about the events from that time?)
He came to this realization.
(That's right, Father was in the rooftop garden during yesterday's commotion. It wouldn't be strange if he heard that name being called then…)
Steward's face began to freeze. The facts he hadn't recognized as dots began to connect as clear points.
(No, but is it really him? His hair color is… different, but maybe it has subtly changed since the last time we met...)
Sweat and a racing heartbeat surged within him. He desperately wished it to be a lie when—
"Steward-kun."
Duke Gregory called out his name impatiently. Steward jolted back to reality.
"Y-yes?"
"I'm very curious about what you're thinking. Would you care to share?"
"N-no, that is, um..."
He didn't want to say it. In this chaotic state of mind, he couldn't even judge if it was right to speak. Steward hesitated awkwardly. But—
"If you won't tell me, I might have to ask others in the Restoration for their insights..."
With such a compelling reaction displayed right in front of him, Duke Gregory couldn't simply let it go. Sensing that there might be others who knew something, he pushed Steward into a corner with words that seemed to make him uncomfortable.
"W-wait! Just give me a little… I need some time to think! At least until tomorrow. Can you wait for me?"
"…I see. Then I shall wait until tomorrow morning."
"Ah, thank you."
"I will come to ask you tomorrow morning."
"Y-yes…"
Steward nodded with a gloomy expression as Duke Gregory firmly emphasized the point.
"I'm looking forward to hearing what you have to say."
After deciding on the meeting place for tomorrow, Duke Gregory took his leave.
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