“I’m still unsure about your decision, Duke Henna.”

Like all the other rooms in Beldeve, the Duke’s office was made without a single window to prevent a dragon’s breath from affecting the insides. Sina didn’t like such rooms in Beldeve; the large stones felt as heavy as the history of the Eastern territory.

“You suddenly requested a meeting, and you’re telling me that you’re unsure? Tell me, what are you so unsure about, knight?”

While Hela had certainly been informed of Sina’s name by Horhell, she didn’t bother calling Sina by her name. Hela’s attitude toward Sina was cold in contrast to her attitude toward Juan. However, Sina wasn’t discouraged.

“Juan is not a trustworthy man. Every place he passed by turned into ruins—Tantil, the Ash Tower, Hiveden, Durgal… all of them. He is strong, and he doesn’t hesitate to wield hatred in order to fulfill his purpose,” Sina said.

“So?” Hela raised her eyebrows.

“Juan might even use Beldeve as a stepping stone to achieve his purpose. I do not think that he joined the punishment unit without any goals, considering that it’s a group composed of those who have been encroached upon by the Crack.”

“You sure don’t know a lot of things. As expected of a novice knight.”

“...Your Grace, I might be too young and lacking in experience, sure, but I think I can confidently say that I know more about Juan than you do. I have been chasing him from Tantil all the way...