Volume 3 - CH 2.1

Part 1

After lunch──

Diablo’s group returned to the inn.

Rem muttered.

「……If we are going to 《Starfall Tower》, then we will need to get going about now.」

「It’s because a hindrance interrupted our meal that it took up time after all.」

「Ahaha……Things were a disaster because of that weird person, wasn’t it.」

Diablo nodded, and Shera gave a laughter as if she didn’t have a single worry in the world.

Rem breathed a sigh.

「……A person that is able to call being glared at by a Holy Knight a “hindrance to a meal”, I’m sure there aren’t many of that kind of person.」

「Well, there is no need to worry about that guy. More importantly──」

Diablo shifted his attention to the inn’s door.

Alicia accepted it surprisingly quickly.

She sympathized with how Rem suffered with keeping it a secret for so long, shed tears, and promised to cooperate with all of her might. Rem started weeping from that kind attitude, and Shera also received that and started crying.

There was no problem. As he thought, it was for the best that they be honest with Alicia.

Or that’s how it should have been but……

Diablo was beside the wall with his arms crossed, gazing at the appearance of the three girls sheding tears and sympathizing with each other.

It was somehow, cheap.

He thought that it resembled that.

As if──it was as if he was looking at his classmates right before they were changing grades.

They’d cry, talk, and vow to have lifelong friendships with each other. But when it became the new school year, he would never see them all in the same place together.

He didn’t understand the meaning of that.

Rem’s troubles were something that risked her life, and even for Shera, if she was intent on being present at the Demon King Revival, it was probably understandable that she was risking her life. It would be nice if she understood that.

And then, Alicia should have had some conflicts in terms of her position. For a woman to take up the position of State Knight, she should have had some uncommon hardships.

The girls’ tears were different from his classmates’ “make-believe farewell”. Even though that is how it should have been, there was some kind of sense of discomfort.

Diablo breathed a sight in his heart.

──Good grief, I wonder if it’s because I have a communication disorder, don’t have any friends, and never joined a ＬＩＮＥ group, that I can only see things through such a warped viewpoint?