Brave—Zich’s eyebrows twitched at the mention of his name. Perhaps he was used to it, however, since he didn’t show any negative reaction beyond that.

“To tell you the truth, when Zich Brave first appeared, I thought the heavens were working in my favor. I even thought that maybe Bellu really existed, and faith that I never once had began to sprout inside me.” Ultel’s eyes looked teary as he recalled the memory, and Zich felt a strong urge to pierce those eyes with his fork, but he repressed it.

“Serpina’s abilities were truly fearsome. That was true for the army of monsters she led around, but above all, it was her personal abilities that were truly frightening. Although I was glad at first that my thoughts hadn’t been wrong, I soon fell into despair at the thought that I must kill or restrain her to get what I wanted. Thus, when you and your companions appeared, it really felt like a blessing from the heavens.”

“That’s not me but Brave. Don’t mix that up.”

“It appears that you dislike your past self.”

“Past or not, that’s not me.”

“Well, if that is what you wish, I will...