“Who are you?”

“Is that really important in a situation like this? We are in a situation where the ‘emperor’, a monster who’s trying to assassinate the emperor, and a brave Templar who is stepping up against the monster to protect the emperor are all about to collide. Everything was just about to get interesting, but you just had to interrupt that by asking a bypasser’s name?”

The answer to the question asked by the black-haired young man was ‘of course not.’

Both Dembel and Lianna knew that the situation they were in at the moment was a very serious and dangerous one—one where they might have to risk their lives. However, neither Dembel nor Lianna could ignore the presence of a black-haired young man for some reason.

Sina Solvane, who had been laughing with her hand covering her mouth while shaking her shoulders, was bothering them as well, but now was not the time to pay attention to her.

“...Lianna. Did you really have to do this?” Dembel asked with a stiff face.

[You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen what I saw. A man who had been encroached upon by the Crack, a Dragon, the Evil Beast of the empire, and Heretia, who is a famous politician that is known to be hostile toward the Church in the holy city of Torra—they are all here. And you know what they were doing? They were plotting something about the emperor.]

Lianna’s words were firm, and Demebel felt a little shaken by her reaction. He was almost fully convinced that the man standing behind him was the emperor,...