Splash!

When they came to their senses, they were in the middle of a lake.

Without knowing where this was, Esellion pulled Tion and Yenion along.

Tion was injured, and Yenion covered his eyes. Both were not skilled in swimming.

“Your Highness, if you could indicate the direction…”

“It’s noisy. Save your energy.”

Esellion dragged both of them to the edge, making Tion crawl out first. Yenion, who had found the direction, swam out on his own.

“……. ”

It was only then that they finally felt the temperature of the chilly water.

With every brush of wet clothes against their skin, it felt as if the skin was slightly tearing.

“Your Highness!”

Yenion urgently pulled him, who remained in the water. Esellion, who belatedly came to his senses, also got out of the lake.

“Whew, whew. Where on earth is this?”

Tion asked while breathing heavily. There was a severe wound on Tion’s chest, as if torn apart roughly by Leskel’s transformed hand. The traces were red nail marks.

“Well… I don’t know.”

“Then, uh, did Your Highness move us to this place?”

“No. There was only one teleportation scroll.”

“Then where on earth…”

Yenion, who had been silent until then, stepped forward.

“For now, it’s better if you don’t say anything.”

Yenion held Tion and made him lie down on the ground. Even if Tion pretended not to, he would probably be dizzy.

“Does Your Highness have any idea what might have happened?”

Esellion frowned slightly.

“…None.”

There was none.

In that situation, there was no presence or method to help them.

The Emperor of the Empire, who had absorbed the demon’s blood, was a mad monster, and the newly born Sword Master seemed tireless.

The Prophet of Delarta claimed she was no longer the prophet. She didn’t accept the request to return to Delarta.

After that, Esellion didn’t know what to do. Besides the option of begging for his life by putting down the sword himself, there seemed to be nothing.

In the meantime, suddenly, shadows engulfed them. And they were moved somewhere.

A headache struck like an unpleasant premonition. Although it was certainly something he couldn’t know, the headache whispered that he knew.

“Your Highness suddenly said that he must bring the Prophet and even asked for support from the Empire. Does it have nothing to do with the sudden change of mind?”

Yenion dug into the gaps between the sharp headaches with sharpness.

“The reason I changed my mind is—”

Esellion was trying to find an excuse, avoiding Yenion’s scrutinizing eyes.

Swoosh.

Just then, Esellion turned his gaze in the direction of the lake.

As if waiting for him, a mysterious vortex appeared on the surface.

“……. ”

Esellion’s gaze stuck to that vortex.

“Your Highness…?”
Something felt strange, so Yenion called Esellion. However, Esellion couldn’t hear Yenion’s voice in his ears.

He was hearing a different voice now.

[DASH] Don’t listen to what I’m saying literally.

It was Rasiliah’s voice.

Rasiliah was crying again.

[DASH] I can’t say anything when the Emperor is around.

Why is she crying so much?

Like that, with a face so beautiful it seemed crazy.

[DASH] Please don’t abandon me. I want to return to where I belong.

Where does Rasiliah belong now? If she’s no longer a prophet.

[DASH] Let me stay by the side of the one who loves me.

“…By the one who loves me…”

“Your Highness!”

Splash!

The sudden sound of water overwhelmed Esellion.

Yenion was desperately holding onto his arm.

“Why are you doing this, Your Highness!”

“Ah…”

Thanks to Yenion, Esellion realized that he was in a posture as if he was about to jump into the water.

“What’s in the water? Did you drop something?”

“…….”

Esellion couldn’t bring himself to answer.

“Wow, it can be this simple.”

Hasdeya, a slick-faced young man, laughed while clapping his hands.

“It’s much easier than taking away consciousness. At that time, it seemed like magic consumption was twice as much as now.”

His smirk widened.

“Well, it worked out well. I can enjoy it for a long time in the future.”

Hasdeya was the one who helped Esellion and his party escape. Once connected through a dream, it was easy to approach them again.

It might be because his magical power was gradually increasing, but that wasn’t everything. The prince of Delarta had some gaps, and he allowed Hasdeya to pry into them.

As shown in the false dream, as long as the girl believed that she loved him, the fool of Delarta would continue to serve the role of annoying Bahamut.

“To bother Bahamut, it’s better to create power for him too. What should I do… Oh, wait.”

Hasdeya stopped his gesture as he came up with something.

“The second connection is easy, right?”

Hasdeya, who was reviewing what he said, suddenly reflected as if he was going to jump up.

“There were already connections to the girl’s side!”

There was a maid and one knight beside that girl.

Although they regained consciousness thanks to the girl’s power, their existence must have been imprinted on him too.

“Now, let’s see how this works.”