Hao Ren had no idea what had been discussed between Magus and Veronica regarding him, but he knew perfectly well that Her Highness the Princess and the Western General would certainly investigate the origins of his identity as an "Ancient Guardian." This had nothing to do with conspiracy; it was simply the sharpness and thoroughness any intelligent person in their positions should possess.
His identity as an "Ancient Guardian" had appeared rather suddenly, and the things he had displayed along the way that were completely out of place in this world were enough to arouse suspicion in anyone. Even though Her Highness the Princess had accepted his identity from the beginning, she was no three-year-old child. She still needed to have the doubts she ought to have. But honestly, Hao Ren did not care about any of this.
After discovering what kind of enemy the mortal races of this world faced, he knew that Veronica would definitely regard him as one of her own. In the face of the Chaos monsters, all the inhabitants of the Order World were natural allies.
Not to mention that he was carrying more than twenty kilograms of holy relics with him.
The group spent the night resting at the Western Fortress. The Chaos border had no day or night, but the people living there still needed a regular schedule, so they had brought the kingdom's timetable over and used mechanical clocks to determine the hours of day and night within the fortress. The next morning, Hao Ren saw Veronica and Sir Morian again. Veronica had changed clothes by then. Repairing her tattered, bloodstained armor would be no small undertaking, and the fortress had no suitable replacement armor for her, so Her Highness the Princess appeared in a white warrior's uniform. Sir Morian, meanwhile, had