After listening to Calvin recount the truth, the soul fire in Arthur's eye sockets flickered violently.
It was as though some switch in his subconscious had been thrown at that moment. Amid waves of stinging pain in his soul, the haze obscuring his memories scattered through his mind like startled crows taking flight, revealing images—
A rainy night, an overturned carriage, silent knights closing in without a sound, and the shock and rage that showed through their masks when they roughly tore back the carriage's waterproof covering and found nothing inside...
His chaotic thoughts gradually converged and became clear.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Calvin. "I remember now. They did kill me, but I never gave them the Sacred Object."
Calvin frowned. "You didn't give it to them? Then where did it go?"
"Belly Brooks..."
Arthur slowly spoke the name. "That little girl from Iron Boot Town—do you remember her? The little brat who always liked to pester us, saying she would become a Knight someday... I secretly entrusted the Sacred Object to her."
"If all went well, she should have returned with her parents to their hometown at Allen Bridge Fort long ago."
"That noisy little brat?"
Calvin's frown deepened, his face full of distrust.
"Arthur, are you insane?"
"You gave something that important to a girl under ten? It's been how many years now—more than a decade! The Border Guard Legion may have found her long ago. She and the item could both be gone."
Arthur fell silent for a moment. Seeing the questioning look from his own Majesty, he took the initiative to explain.
"That Sacred Object is called the Crown of Ignis. Legend says Ignis the Sun gathered the final embers from the core of a fallen sun, mixed them with the Sun