geons in a place where he has no backing.”
“And you took him up on his offer?”
“I did.
We’ll be able to prevent Falgaros from appearing if we grasp why they emerge.
It will be for the benefit of future generations.”
“You have a point there.”

It was widely known that a Falgaro emerged every few centuries.
To put it another way, since the previous one emerged about a decade ago, there was no likelihood that another one would appear during Astard’s lifespan or that of the people alive now.

Of course, this was not the case with Merc, who was an elf, but Astard, a mere human, would gain nothing from the research.
Even if Astard didn’t age, it didn’t imply he was immortal, therefore this research was, in a sense, for the benefit of future generations.

“There’s another reason why I took on the Doctor’s proposal.”
“What is it?”
“It’s because the Doctor barely made it out of the Empire alive.
He decided to rely on me after leaving the Empire with his sole living relative, his young granddaughter.
There was no way I could turn him back.”
“And just why did he flee?”
“It appears that his relationship with the Empire went downhill, largely due to his research.”
“But why? It’s not like his research would cause the Empire any trouble.”
“Naturally it wouldn’t.
In the beginning, it appears that the Empire was even supportive of his research.
They’d even provided him with research facilities, funds, and personnel.
The Doctor admitted that he was first grateful, but that he quickly realized what they were up to.”
“What were they up to?”
“They’re the same as Count Fonan.
Instead of preventing Falgaros from appearing, the Empire planned to exploit the Doctor’s research to purposefully produce them.”

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Astard’s demeanor darkened somewhat as he furrowed his brows, as if angry.
He then slowly rose up and began walking with a tiny shake of his head.

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“The Chulice Empire is now in a difficult position, as she is pitted against the Five Kingdom Alliance.
I believe the Empire is planning to break free from this predicament by using the Falgaro.
The burden on the Empire will be relieved if a Falgaro appears in one of the Five Kingdom Alliance’s territories.”
“I see.
The Empire is probably thinking of attacking the Alliance after they exhaust themselves from fighting with the Falgaro.”
“Correct.
Attacking while an opponent is weak is the Empire’s preferred strategy.”

As he walked, Astard murmured cynically, and his words reminded Merc of a question she had meant to ask him.

“Oh yea! Is it true that the Kingdom of Aratan was destroyed? I heard that they were invaded by the Chulice Empire after they messed up inside a Dungeon.”
“It’s true…”
“Where is the Saintess then? According to what I recall, Iriem was born in the Kingdom of Aratan.”

Astard’s shoulders dropped in an unexpectedly clear manner when he heard Merc’s query.
His behavior spoke for itself.

“I-Iriem immediately went back to Aratan after we disbanded the party.
Apparently she wanted to see her brother.
I… I-I haven’t heard from her since then…”

With his fists clenched, his voice trembling, and his gaze falling to the ground, Astard murmured.
After hearing this, Merc’s mind swelled with terrifying thoughts.

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“Y-You can’t be serious…”

Merc spoke with a dry tone.

The wounded shouldn’t fight!

“This can’t be…”

You’re such a brute.
Just why did I decide to party up with someone like you?

“The Saintess…”

You really are hopeless.

“Iriem is missing…2”

Fufu! I think I’m beginning to understand you better…

‘Why…’ Iriem’s voice, her words, and the dialogue that Merc recalled all too well made her chest tighten more than usual.

 

References

Robinxen: It’s elementary my dear. Robinxen: Oh dear.
This smells fishy.

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