An awkward atmosphere flowed between the two sitting across from each other. They weren't close enough to have a private conversation, nor were they normally friendly with each other.
Therefore, just being alone together like this made them extremely uncomfortable.
'The one who requested an audience should be the one to speak first. What's the point of just staring?'
Linel tried to convey his inner thoughts with his eyes, but Hetor's lips remained firmly shut, unmoving.
Another ten minutes passed.
At this point, he was beginning to suspect Hetor was sleeping with his eyes open. He was about to suggest that if he was going to keep delaying, he should just write a letter and send it, when the office door opened.
A servant entered the heavily-laden office, placed mint tea in front of Linel and Hetor, and left.
Linel stared blankly at Hetor's rock-like body.
“Even if that’s true, if humans have eyes, a nose, and a mouth, shouldn’t they move at least? At least move their bodies a little?”
“What do you mean?”
“I started having strange thoughts some time ago. It was as if someone had reached into my head and extracted a handful of memories from a certain period of time...”
Hetor’s eyes were filled with confusion even as he spoke.
“It might sound like nonsense, but it’s true.”
“That feeling... I think I can understand to some extent. I felt something similar not long ago.”
After losing his memories of Zelda, Linel felt as if something, just like Hetor had said, was clutching a handful of memories from the past in his head.
“It feels like my heart has changed, or maybe it’s a heart that never existed before...”
Hetor muttered to himself.
“In a word, it seems like you’re going through confusion...”
Linel nodded and defined it in one word.
“If you don’t remember what you were like in the past, follow your current heart.”
Linel said, offering Hetor a handshake.
Hetor stared at his hand for a moment, then took it, repeating what he had just said.
“Advice... Thank you.”
“Not advice, but a story from experience.”
“Your Majesty... kekeke!”
Emperor Adrian dragged Empress Elan into his chambers, threw her onto the bed, and strangled her with both hands.
Her face turned pale.
Her bloodshot eyes were filled with fear.
“Why did you eavesdrop?”
Empress Elan couldn’t come up with a plausible excuse.
Her breathing became suffocating, and her mind went still.
But she couldn’t die like this.
Although she struggled with all her might, the strength in her limbs was leaving her under Emperor Adrian’s murderous gaze.
“Hey, forgive me! I came out of the terrace and heard voices... Sob, I was rude without realizing it.”
“How much did you hear?”
“Galaco! Sob... You’re planning to use Galaco to get rid of Her Highness Zelda and the celebratory delegation...!”
Empress Elan honestly told her everything she had heard.
Rather than trying to avoid it, it seemed better to tell the truth and then ask for forgiveness or think of another excuse.
Even if she claimed she hadn't heard anything, Emperor Adrian wouldn't let it slide.
Emperor Adrian reached out and picked up the dagger on the bedside table.
"Your Majesty! Please...!"
Despite Empress Elan's pleas, the blade pointed at the nape of her neck.
"Ah!"
Empress Elan screamed, and a lot of blood flowed from her neck.
However, the wound was not life-threatening.
"I didn't kill you!"
Empress Elan quickly sat up on the bed, curled up, and trembled.
"Elan, if you had said you hadn't overheard anything, you would already be dead."
Emperor Adrian said soothingly, tucking a strand of Empress Elan's hair behind her ear.
A chill ran down Empress Elan's spine.
She wanted to shake off Emperor Adrian's hand at any moment, but she couldn't, as she had to escape the crisis first.
She looked at Emperor Adrian with a submissive expression.
“As you overheard, Wyvern Lord Zelda plans to be fed to the Galacos.”
Emperor Adrian spoke softly, lifting Empress Elan’s chin with one finger.
“Elan, I will give you a chance to make up for the mission you failed to accomplish last time on this journey. Perhaps there is something you need to do on the ship.”
“...Are you saying to lure Her Highness Zelda?”
“Clever. If this goes well, I will take you as my wife for once. The Empress of the Tebello Empire.”
“Oh, thank you, Your Majesty. I will not disappoint you this time!”
“Yes, you will.”
Emperor Adrian nodded, reassuring her with a smile.
Empress Elan let out a sigh of relief, but felt a strange unease.
There was no way it would be so easy.
Something was suspicious.
However, the joy of escaping the brink of death prevented her from thinking deeply right now.
“Oh, just like how your pretty face was bruised, now there’s a scar on the right side of your neck. Tsk tsk tsk.”
Emperor Adrian kissed the wound on Empress Elan’s neck.
“Your Majesty?!”
Empress Elan was shocked.
When she tried to stand up, her shoulders flinching, the Emperor grabbed her shoulders and sat her back on the bed.
“Easy... stay still. I’ll stop the bleeding.”
Startled, Empress Elan tried to push Emperor Adrian away, but he didn’t budge.
Knowing that the sorcerer Philike was using black magic to take over Emperor Adrian’s body and that he needed to periodically absorb blood to maintain his form, Elan felt goosebumps all over his body.
Emperor Adrian’s lips touched the wound on Empress Elan’s neck.
Then, life began to return to Emperor Adrian’s previously pale face.
Late in the evening, Bellos arrived at the Magic Tower using teleportation.
Thanks to Logan’s care, the Magic Tower, which he had not visited in a long time, was still neat and tidy.
“You don’t look well.”
Logan asked, observing his master, Bellos’s complexion.
“You’re the same. I don’t mind if I look pale, because I don’t age, but you’ve aged a lot since I used to. Your hair has gotten quite gray.”
“I know, even if you don’t say so explicitly.”
Logan smiled bitterly.
It had been a while since he’d last smiled bitterly, probably since he’d heard of Bonis’s death.
“How are you doing these days?”
“I eat when I’m hungry, and I sleep when I’m sleepy. Even though my daughter died.”
Logan mocked himself.
Bellos, unable to offer words of comfort, simply looked at Logan with pity before speaking cautiously.
“Hmm, Bonis would want you to be well.”
“My Lord, do you know what makes me angrier?”
Logan continued to complain to the Master of the Tower, who was both his teacher and his master, with his gaze fixed on the window.
“Even if I were to go back to when Bonis was alive, there wouldn’t be anything I could do.”
“Logan... it wasn’t your fault.”
“No. It’s largely my fault.”
Logan continued, swallowing back tears.
“Even when I was the court wizard of the Kingdom of Shattonil, I ran away from Prince Tesla to save this one life, abandoning young Bonis and Zelda, whose face was burned by the red reagent. I kept watching Bonis from afar, making the excuse that I would visit when the time came, and that’s when it all happened.”
“Who knew Roxana would threaten you?”
Bellos patted Logan’s shoulder, comforting him.
“Even if they had thrust a sword into my thigh, I shouldn’t have complied with the threats. If I hadn’t fallen for Princess Roxana’s threats, none of this would have happened.”
“Even if it weren’t for you, Roxana would have planned it. And I’m also responsible for Bonis’s fate. If I hadn’t been so greedy about taking Zelda as my companion, I wouldn’t have joined hands with Roxana.”
Bellos muttered, glancing at the potion workshop with a blank stare.
“No. It was natural for you to consider Zelda, who had the incarnation, as your companion. And since you had to give her the incarnation sword, it was only natural for you to be greedy.”
“But in the end, she was a woman I couldn’t handle. And Logan.”
Bellos let out a hollow laugh and placed a hand on the workbench.
“Yes.”
“Why do you keep giving Roxana magic potions? What are you thinking? I thought you would seek revenge right away.”
Logan's gaze, which had been hazy, suddenly sharpened at Bellos's question.
"I want to see that villainess die very slowly."
Bellos suspected that Logan was mixing some other ingredient into the potion that temporarily removed burn scars.
But Bellos didn't ask any more questions. He simply nodded, pretending not to know Logan's plan.
Logan wiped his blank expression and looked at Bellos.
"So, what brings you to the Magic Tower?"
"A matter of Hetor."
Bellos ruffled his bee-colored hair with both hands, his expression pained.
"Hetor... you mean the Pirate King of Tanya Island? Is something wrong with him?"
"I think he's starting to awaken."
He'd been skeptical when Hetor came to him, but when Linel and Zelda became suspicious of Hetor's condition, he felt a sense of crisis.
Roxana had given Hetor the obedience potion, but it was Bellos himself who had created it.
The time was approaching when the buried truths would be revealed one by one.
Therefore, just being alone together like this made them extremely uncomfortable.
'The one who requested an audience should be the one to speak first. What's the point of just staring?'
Linel tried to convey his inner thoughts with his eyes, but Hetor's lips remained firmly shut, unmoving.
Another ten minutes passed.
At this point, he was beginning to suspect Hetor was sleeping with his eyes open. He was about to suggest that if he was going to keep delaying, he should just write a letter and send it, when the office door opened.
A servant entered the heavily-laden office, placed mint tea in front of Linel and Hetor, and left.
Linel stared blankly at Hetor's rock-like body.
“Even if that’s true, if humans have eyes, a nose, and a mouth, shouldn’t they move at least? At least move their bodies a little?”
He thought, staring at Hetor, who remained expressionless.
That face was the kind that would just say, “Ah.” If he got punched in the face, Linel didn’t know that the others were thinking similar things when they saw him.
“Drink.”
He broke the silence first and offered tea.
“Yes,”
Hetor replied curtly, then picked up the cup and downed it in one gulp.
“...Isn’t it hot?”
He looked back and forth between the steaming mint tea and Hetor’s narrowed brow.
“I-I’m fine.”
Hetor frowned, rubbing his neck, and spoke with difficulty.
Linel cupped the cup with his hand, wondering if the tea had cooled down, apart from the steam.
“Isn’t it fine, what the hell.”
The heat he could feel even with his hand, cursed with hypothermia, went down his throat in an instant.
There was no way it could be okay.
Pretending to be strong.
He chuckled silently, looking at Hetor, whose neck was red.
“You must have come here for business, but will you be able to make it today?”
His mouth was already burning, making it difficult to speak.
Linel took out his pocket watch and looked at it, asking.
“If you could give me some cold water, it would be possible...”
Hetor finally moved his facial muscles and spoke.
Linel immediately called the chamberlain.
“Stiane, bring me a glass of cold water. With some ice cubes floating in it.”
“...Yes, Your Majesty.”
A few minutes later, Stiane brought two glasses, half water and half ice.
Linel also pushed the ice water that was set out for him to Hetor.
“Please take an ice cube first.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Hetor quickly picked up the glass and put a couple of ice cubes in his mouth.
Hetor quickly gulped down an ice cube, and his expression returned to a blank expression, while Linel savored the mint tea.
“A man may be a one-shot, but hot tea is an exception.”
He said to Hetor, who was staring at him as he lifted his sip from his teacup.
“On Tanya Island, we don’t enjoy hot tea, so I’m not used to it. The climate is so hot.”
Hetor replied with an embarrassed expression.
“Of course. But on the continent, especially in the northern continent, we enjoy warm tea. Get used to it. If blowing on it isn’t manly, then just let it cool.”
Hetor didn’t even crack a small smile at Linel’s joke, maintaining a serious expression.
“Now that you’ve cooled your throat, why don’t you tell me why you came to retrieve your luggage?”
He suspected Hetor had come to visit about Melanie, but his feelings suggested something else.
“I know that Her Highness Zelda is a Wyvern Lord.”
He paused for a moment before speaking, then his first words were serious.
“...because?”
Linel asked quietly, setting down his teacup.
Who had heard this?
‘If Hetor knew that Zelda was a Wyvern Lord... That's most likely because Emperor Adrian relayed that information to Roxana.'
And Hetor, being her loyal dog, must have heard it through her.
"On their journey to the Pasha Empire, not only Her Highness Zelda, but most of the congratulatory delegation will be in danger."
Hetor left the matter alone and studied Emperor Linel's expression.
Linel wasn't terribly surprised.
He seemed to have already expected it to some extent.
"Then it makes things easier,"
Hetor continued.
“It’s said that the news has already reached the countries of the Southern Continent. It seems that Your Majesty already knows about it.”
“Hehe, you heard it from Empress Roxana, right? She heard it from Emperor Adrian.”
“That’s right.”
As expected, Emperor Linel knew the source of the rumor.
“If Emperor Adrian told Roxana directly, there’s one reason. He wants you to agree, right?”
Hetor chuckled and silently nodded to Linel’s question.
“And Roxana must have consulted with you. You are her bodyguard and have quite a few troops. For example, you could call Galaco...”
“Exactly.”
Hetor nodded.
Linel watched Hetor’s expression change as he brought up Galaco.
He didn’t seem to know yet that all the male Galacos in the Principality of Aklatto only had one head left.
“Emperor Adrian wants to use Galaco to get rid of Her Highness Zelda. That’s why he’s reaching out to someone who also wants to get rid of Her Highness Zelda.”
A moment of silence passed after Hetor’s words.
“But why are you telling me this?”
Linel broke the silence by leaning forward in front of Hetor.
“There’s something I want to protect...”
“I think it was Roxana you originally wanted to protect?”
“The target has changed.”
Hetor said only that and stood up.
“Is that Melanie?”
Linel followed suit and asked.
“Is Your Majesty not interested in Her Highness Melanie at all?”
Instead of answering, Hetor subtly asked him.
“No.”
Hetor almost smirked at the Emperor’s firm answer.
“Then, is it possible that Her Highness Melanie, like Her Highness Rosie... ahem ahem.”
Hetor trailed off, clearing his throat.
“If she meets a good match, of course. However, that only works if that person isn’t a burden or an enemy. Right?”
“Yes, I suppose so. Well then, that’s all.”
Hetor nodded and turned away.
“Are you betraying Roxana because you’ve fallen for Melanie?”
Linel asked.
Hetor slowly turned to him and replied,
“Betrayal... I’m not sure if trust existed before that. It might sound strange, but...”
That face was the kind that would just say, “Ah.” If he got punched in the face, Linel didn’t know that the others were thinking similar things when they saw him.
“Drink.”
He broke the silence first and offered tea.
“Yes,”
Hetor replied curtly, then picked up the cup and downed it in one gulp.
“...Isn’t it hot?”
He looked back and forth between the steaming mint tea and Hetor’s narrowed brow.
“I-I’m fine.”
Hetor frowned, rubbing his neck, and spoke with difficulty.
Linel cupped the cup with his hand, wondering if the tea had cooled down, apart from the steam.
“Isn’t it fine, what the hell.”
The heat he could feel even with his hand, cursed with hypothermia, went down his throat in an instant.
There was no way it could be okay.
Pretending to be strong.
He chuckled silently, looking at Hetor, whose neck was red.
“You must have come here for business, but will you be able to make it today?”
His mouth was already burning, making it difficult to speak.
Linel took out his pocket watch and looked at it, asking.
“If you could give me some cold water, it would be possible...”
Hetor finally moved his facial muscles and spoke.
Linel immediately called the chamberlain.
“Stiane, bring me a glass of cold water. With some ice cubes floating in it.”
“...Yes, Your Majesty.”
A few minutes later, Stiane brought two glasses, half water and half ice.
Linel also pushed the ice water that was set out for him to Hetor.
“Please take an ice cube first.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Hetor quickly picked up the glass and put a couple of ice cubes in his mouth.
Hetor quickly gulped down an ice cube, and his expression returned to a blank expression, while Linel savored the mint tea.
“A man may be a one-shot, but hot tea is an exception.”
He said to Hetor, who was staring at him as he lifted his sip from his teacup.
“On Tanya Island, we don’t enjoy hot tea, so I’m not used to it. The climate is so hot.”
Hetor replied with an embarrassed expression.
“Of course. But on the continent, especially in the northern continent, we enjoy warm tea. Get used to it. If blowing on it isn’t manly, then just let it cool.”
Hetor didn’t even crack a small smile at Linel’s joke, maintaining a serious expression.
“Now that you’ve cooled your throat, why don’t you tell me why you came to retrieve your luggage?”
He suspected Hetor had come to visit about Melanie, but his feelings suggested something else.
“I know that Her Highness Zelda is a Wyvern Lord.”
He paused for a moment before speaking, then his first words were serious.
“...because?”
Linel asked quietly, setting down his teacup.
Who had heard this?
‘If Hetor knew that Zelda was a Wyvern Lord... That's most likely because Emperor Adrian relayed that information to Roxana.'
And Hetor, being her loyal dog, must have heard it through her.
"On their journey to the Pasha Empire, not only Her Highness Zelda, but most of the congratulatory delegation will be in danger."
Hetor left the matter alone and studied Emperor Linel's expression.
Linel wasn't terribly surprised.
He seemed to have already expected it to some extent.
"Then it makes things easier,"
Hetor continued.
“It’s said that the news has already reached the countries of the Southern Continent. It seems that Your Majesty already knows about it.”
“Hehe, you heard it from Empress Roxana, right? She heard it from Emperor Adrian.”
“That’s right.”
As expected, Emperor Linel knew the source of the rumor.
“If Emperor Adrian told Roxana directly, there’s one reason. He wants you to agree, right?”
Hetor chuckled and silently nodded to Linel’s question.
“And Roxana must have consulted with you. You are her bodyguard and have quite a few troops. For example, you could call Galaco...”
“Exactly.”
Hetor nodded.
Linel watched Hetor’s expression change as he brought up Galaco.
He didn’t seem to know yet that all the male Galacos in the Principality of Aklatto only had one head left.
“Emperor Adrian wants to use Galaco to get rid of Her Highness Zelda. That’s why he’s reaching out to someone who also wants to get rid of Her Highness Zelda.”
A moment of silence passed after Hetor’s words.
“But why are you telling me this?”
Linel broke the silence by leaning forward in front of Hetor.
“There’s something I want to protect...”
“I think it was Roxana you originally wanted to protect?”
“The target has changed.”
Hetor said only that and stood up.
“Is that Melanie?”
Linel followed suit and asked.
“Is Your Majesty not interested in Her Highness Melanie at all?”
Instead of answering, Hetor subtly asked him.
“No.”
Hetor almost smirked at the Emperor’s firm answer.
“Then, is it possible that Her Highness Melanie, like Her Highness Rosie... ahem ahem.”
Hetor trailed off, clearing his throat.
“If she meets a good match, of course. However, that only works if that person isn’t a burden or an enemy. Right?”
“Yes, I suppose so. Well then, that’s all.”
Hetor nodded and turned away.
“Are you betraying Roxana because you’ve fallen for Melanie?”
Linel asked.
Hetor slowly turned to him and replied,
“Betrayal... I’m not sure if trust existed before that. It might sound strange, but...”
“What do you mean?”
“I started having strange thoughts some time ago. It was as if someone had reached into my head and extracted a handful of memories from a certain period of time...”
Hetor’s eyes were filled with confusion even as he spoke.
“It might sound like nonsense, but it’s true.”
“That feeling... I think I can understand to some extent. I felt something similar not long ago.”
After losing his memories of Zelda, Linel felt as if something, just like Hetor had said, was clutching a handful of memories from the past in his head.
“It feels like my heart has changed, or maybe it’s a heart that never existed before...”
Hetor muttered to himself.
“In a word, it seems like you’re going through confusion...”
Linel nodded and defined it in one word.
“If you don’t remember what you were like in the past, follow your current heart.”
Linel said, offering Hetor a handshake.
Hetor stared at his hand for a moment, then took it, repeating what he had just said.
“Advice... Thank you.”
“Not advice, but a story from experience.”
***
“Your Majesty... kekeke!”
Emperor Adrian dragged Empress Elan into his chambers, threw her onto the bed, and strangled her with both hands.
Her face turned pale.
Her bloodshot eyes were filled with fear.
“Why did you eavesdrop?”
Empress Elan couldn’t come up with a plausible excuse.
Her breathing became suffocating, and her mind went still.
But she couldn’t die like this.
Although she struggled with all her might, the strength in her limbs was leaving her under Emperor Adrian’s murderous gaze.
“Hey, forgive me! I came out of the terrace and heard voices... Sob, I was rude without realizing it.”
“How much did you hear?”
“Galaco! Sob... You’re planning to use Galaco to get rid of Her Highness Zelda and the celebratory delegation...!”
Empress Elan honestly told her everything she had heard.
Rather than trying to avoid it, it seemed better to tell the truth and then ask for forgiveness or think of another excuse.
Even if she claimed she hadn't heard anything, Emperor Adrian wouldn't let it slide.
Emperor Adrian reached out and picked up the dagger on the bedside table.
"Your Majesty! Please...!"
Despite Empress Elan's pleas, the blade pointed at the nape of her neck.
"Ah!"
Empress Elan screamed, and a lot of blood flowed from her neck.
However, the wound was not life-threatening.
"I didn't kill you!"
Empress Elan quickly sat up on the bed, curled up, and trembled.
"Elan, if you had said you hadn't overheard anything, you would already be dead."
Emperor Adrian said soothingly, tucking a strand of Empress Elan's hair behind her ear.
A chill ran down Empress Elan's spine.
She wanted to shake off Emperor Adrian's hand at any moment, but she couldn't, as she had to escape the crisis first.
She looked at Emperor Adrian with a submissive expression.
“As you overheard, Wyvern Lord Zelda plans to be fed to the Galacos.”
Emperor Adrian spoke softly, lifting Empress Elan’s chin with one finger.
“Elan, I will give you a chance to make up for the mission you failed to accomplish last time on this journey. Perhaps there is something you need to do on the ship.”
“...Are you saying to lure Her Highness Zelda?”
“Clever. If this goes well, I will take you as my wife for once. The Empress of the Tebello Empire.”
“Oh, thank you, Your Majesty. I will not disappoint you this time!”
“Yes, you will.”
Emperor Adrian nodded, reassuring her with a smile.
Empress Elan let out a sigh of relief, but felt a strange unease.
There was no way it would be so easy.
Something was suspicious.
However, the joy of escaping the brink of death prevented her from thinking deeply right now.
“Oh, just like how your pretty face was bruised, now there’s a scar on the right side of your neck. Tsk tsk tsk.”
Emperor Adrian kissed the wound on Empress Elan’s neck.
“Your Majesty?!”
Empress Elan was shocked.
When she tried to stand up, her shoulders flinching, the Emperor grabbed her shoulders and sat her back on the bed.
“Easy... stay still. I’ll stop the bleeding.”
Startled, Empress Elan tried to push Emperor Adrian away, but he didn’t budge.
Knowing that the sorcerer Philike was using black magic to take over Emperor Adrian’s body and that he needed to periodically absorb blood to maintain his form, Elan felt goosebumps all over his body.
Emperor Adrian’s lips touched the wound on Empress Elan’s neck.
Then, life began to return to Emperor Adrian’s previously pale face.
***
Late in the evening, Bellos arrived at the Magic Tower using teleportation.
Thanks to Logan’s care, the Magic Tower, which he had not visited in a long time, was still neat and tidy.
“You don’t look well.”
Logan asked, observing his master, Bellos’s complexion.
“You’re the same. I don’t mind if I look pale, because I don’t age, but you’ve aged a lot since I used to. Your hair has gotten quite gray.”
“I know, even if you don’t say so explicitly.”
Logan smiled bitterly.
It had been a while since he’d last smiled bitterly, probably since he’d heard of Bonis’s death.
“How are you doing these days?”
“I eat when I’m hungry, and I sleep when I’m sleepy. Even though my daughter died.”
Logan mocked himself.
Bellos, unable to offer words of comfort, simply looked at Logan with pity before speaking cautiously.
“Hmm, Bonis would want you to be well.”
“My Lord, do you know what makes me angrier?”
Logan continued to complain to the Master of the Tower, who was both his teacher and his master, with his gaze fixed on the window.
“Even if I were to go back to when Bonis was alive, there wouldn’t be anything I could do.”
“Logan... it wasn’t your fault.”
“No. It’s largely my fault.”
Logan continued, swallowing back tears.
“Even when I was the court wizard of the Kingdom of Shattonil, I ran away from Prince Tesla to save this one life, abandoning young Bonis and Zelda, whose face was burned by the red reagent. I kept watching Bonis from afar, making the excuse that I would visit when the time came, and that’s when it all happened.”
“Who knew Roxana would threaten you?”
Bellos patted Logan’s shoulder, comforting him.
“Even if they had thrust a sword into my thigh, I shouldn’t have complied with the threats. If I hadn’t fallen for Princess Roxana’s threats, none of this would have happened.”
“Even if it weren’t for you, Roxana would have planned it. And I’m also responsible for Bonis’s fate. If I hadn’t been so greedy about taking Zelda as my companion, I wouldn’t have joined hands with Roxana.”
Bellos muttered, glancing at the potion workshop with a blank stare.
“No. It was natural for you to consider Zelda, who had the incarnation, as your companion. And since you had to give her the incarnation sword, it was only natural for you to be greedy.”
“But in the end, she was a woman I couldn’t handle. And Logan.”
Bellos let out a hollow laugh and placed a hand on the workbench.
“Yes.”
“Why do you keep giving Roxana magic potions? What are you thinking? I thought you would seek revenge right away.”
Logan's gaze, which had been hazy, suddenly sharpened at Bellos's question.
"I want to see that villainess die very slowly."
Bellos suspected that Logan was mixing some other ingredient into the potion that temporarily removed burn scars.
But Bellos didn't ask any more questions. He simply nodded, pretending not to know Logan's plan.
Logan wiped his blank expression and looked at Bellos.
"So, what brings you to the Magic Tower?"
"A matter of Hetor."
Bellos ruffled his bee-colored hair with both hands, his expression pained.
"Hetor... you mean the Pirate King of Tanya Island? Is something wrong with him?"
"I think he's starting to awaken."
He'd been skeptical when Hetor came to him, but when Linel and Zelda became suspicious of Hetor's condition, he felt a sense of crisis.
Roxana had given Hetor the obedience potion, but it was Bellos himself who had created it.
The time was approaching when the buried truths would be revealed one by one.
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