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    “Andel, if this space wasn’t created by Berhaville… What do you think?”

    “… … .”

    To those unexpected words, I couldn’t reply at all.

    I just stared at her blankly.

    However, contrary to that calm exterior, my mind was spinning furiously.

    In fact, what she said itself is an idea that can be considered at least once.

    There are some strange things about the warrior’s tomb that is said to have been made by Berhavil, making it difficult to believe that it was actually made by Berhavil.

    Among the people gathered here right away, there were probably quite a few who noticed something strange.

    However, even the ‘Scholars of Alundel’ issued a statement that was almost like a notarization saying that there was a high probability that this tomb was real, so the doubts were only buried.

    If you focus on that strange thing and see the inside of the tomb in person, you might think something like that at least once.

    but.

    The problem was that it was Johanna who had such suspicions.

    If the other person had been Max or Hector, I would have just laughed and made jokes.

    However, Johanna is not the person to say such nonsense.

    Even if I did, I wouldn’t have raised the topic in this way.

    The fact that she speaks like this means that she has passed the stage of simple suspicion.

    In other words, the speech method itself is only discussed as a possibility, but in reality, it is not.

    In other words.

    Johanna is practically certain that this place was not created by Berhaville… becomes a sound.

    So how did she get that confidence?

    I was half-convinced that this series of actions were the work of an ‘organization,’ but that was because I knew of the existence of an ‘organization.’

    Anyone who doesn’t know anything about ‘organization’ would just find it strange.

    Well, the very idea that any organization would do something like this with some purpose is completely absurd.

    Actually, as Max once said, it’s just a story close to a conspiracy theory.

    So, does she know of the existence of the ‘organization’?

    If that assumption is true, then what?

    What made my mind more complicated than anything else was the reason she said this to me.

    What on earth did she intend to bring this up to me?

    Just like that, my mind has become the most dizzy it has been recently.

    “What… I think there is a possibility.”

    The words that came out of my mouth were calm.

    “Because there were a lot of suspicious things to begin with. Even if we don’t do this right now… There is something, what should I say, strange about it that makes it seem like it was made by Berhaville. No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t look like a tomb.”

    Unless you know her intentions, you need to act calm.

    It’s not good to pretend you don’t know anything. I’ve mentioned the suspiciousness of the tomb several times so far, and questioning her words now would only arouse suspicion.

    “That’s right.”

    Johanna nodded slightly.

    “Andel, you said that from the beginning. There are a lot of suspicious things. Maybe it’s not the tomb of a real hero.”

    Johanna continued speaking in her usual tone.

    However, that peaceful flow did not last long.

    “So, I became curious.”

    Why did you decide to come here?

    Saying that, Johanna looked at me intently with her transparent eyes.

    “… I’m just saying that there is a possibility. As I said, there were many suspicious aspects. But the reason I came here… Well, it’s probably because I couldn’t give up the possibility that it was real. If the tomb is real, this is an opportunity to see the tomb created by the great Verhaville in person, and if all goes well, you may even be able to see the warrior’s sword with your own eyes.”

    There are no sharp questions or things to say.

    It doesn’t matter if the content is a bit awkward. Because it’s not contradictory at all.

    Unless she’s looking into my mind, she can’t shatter my excuses head on.

    “… I see.”

    Sure enough, Johanna nodded.

    Then, he shut his mouth.

    With this, her turn is over.

    If so, now it is my turn to hold the hilt of the sword.

    “Speaking of, I’m really curious. Why did Johanna come here?”

    Since she brought up the topic first, it is difficult to gloss over it by saying that you don’t want to answer.

    Of course, I didn’t think that I could find out her true feelings through this.

    Because she can come up with as many valid reasons as I did.

    “… … .”

    To my question, Johanna did not answer right away.

    He just lowered his gaze and looked down with a look in his eyes that didn’t seem to know what he was thinking.

    How long did that time last?

    Finally her mouth opened again.

    “The reason I came here is not because I am particularly interested in the Tomb of the Hero.”

    She confessed her feelings easier than expected.

    “Did I ask you earlier? What would it be like if this tomb wasn’t actually made by Verhaville?”

    Saying that, she took something out of her arms.

    It was a cube slightly smaller than the size of the palm of one’s hand.

    Johanna immediately infused magical energy into the cube.

    At the same time, a slight vibration occurred in the cube, and soon the magic power that spread from there enveloped the son-in-law.

    And, I noticed.

    It was quiet everywhere.

    The faint noise of the forest that could only be heard a moment ago disappeared in an instant.

    It wasn’t difficult to figure out that the cause was the cube.

    That cube is a magical tool with built-in magic that blocks sound.

    Although the magic that blocks sound is not a great level of magic, my mindset has become more serious.

    The fact that she blocked out the sound means that it was necessary.

    It means that I don’t want the conversation I’m going to have from now to be leaked out.

    And, Johanna raised her head again.

    “This tomb was not made by Verhaville.”

    Then, he spoke in a heavier tone than usual.

    “… … .”

    As I said before, I had already guessed the content, so there were no surprises in the content itself.

    However, the doubts only became stronger.

    “… You speak as if you are sure.”

    Why and how is she sure that this place is not what Berhaville created?

    “I expressed my suspicions myself, but I don’t think it’s actually a credible story. That’s because it’s such an absurd story. Creating a space on such a large scale and preparing a fake that could fool even the scholars of Alundel.”

    It may be different from what I actually think, but what I am saying is a definite opinion.

    Indeed, is there a group that has the power to commit such an act and a group that has a reason to commit such an act?

    I was asking her that.

    However.

    “What if such a group actually exists?”

    Johanna answered without hesitation.

    “What if there exists a group with such potential that actually did such a thing?”

    “… This is a hard story to believe.”

    Through this series of conversations, I was convinced.

    Johanna knows the existence of ‘organization’.

    However, that didn’t mean I had any intention of revealing my feelings right away.

    Because I still didn’t know what her intention was.

    “Yes. It’s hard to believe. But, this is only true.”

    After catching a glimpse of my reaction, Johanna continued.

    “… Well, let’s say that such a group exists, as Johanna said. So, what on earth is their purpose? For what purpose are you doing this?”

    Her expression became even more serious at my question.

    Johanna answered with that heavy expression.

    “… Their goal is to cause chaos on this continent.”

    and.

    “Ultimately bringing disaster to this continent.”

    Her eyes shined transparently.

    “… … .”

    I looked at her without saying anything.

    Johanna also quietly looked into my eyes.

    There was no wavering in her eyes.

    Those eyes, at least, were not those of someone swayed by a false conspiracy theory.

    “… So, Johanna, you came here to stop that group’s conspiracy?”

    “That’s right.”

    Johanna nodded without hesitation.

    “This is a group that builds graves and plots… I came here to stop the ‘Cult’s’ plan.”

    platform.

    I quietly repeated those words to myself.

    It became clear.

    That Johanna knows about the ‘organization’.

    And, maybe she knows more about ‘organization’ than I do.

    However, questions still remained.

    “… Why are you telling me that?”

    Why is she telling me such things?

    Regardless of whether it is true or not, there is no way she doesn’t know that it is not something that can be easily revealed to others.

    If that were the case, the sound wouldn’t have been blocked like this.

    “… I said my goal was to stop the Church’s plans, but that’s not the only goal. My purpose is one more thing.”

    And the purpose is… … .

    “I’m looking for one person.”

    “People… ?”

    “Yes. The one who led me here once prophesied. Someone who controls fate and creates miracles will appear and fight against the ‘church’.”

    Her dark gray eyes shone sharply.

    “I think the person the prophecy refers to is you, Andel.”

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