As the two were talking, Fias suddenly cut in. "My lord, is Aeroma all right?"
"She's fine." Brando turned back and glanced at the little faerie atop Malocha's head. "When I get the chance, I'll bring her back."
"I understand. Just like Lady Malocha and me, right?"
Brando nodded.
Fias's eyes sparkled. She let out an admiring "Oh," clearly believing that Brando had brought her and Malocha back—Malocha in particular—and that it was probably the greatest thing in the world.
Miss Tata seemed to remember something and asked, "Mr. Brando, did you destroy your Dimensional Pouch earlier?"
Brando was troubled by the matter himself. On the one hand, he felt somewhat guilty toward Aeroma. On the other, the things that had spilled out of the Dimensional Pouch had filled an entire deck—mostly holy water, various alchemical potions, scrolls, and the Glass Sword he had obtained earlier. Of course, the most valuable items among them were probably the few Godslayer Demon-Breaking Cones.
That was only because he had left the armor and weapon wreckage he had found in the Ring of Trade Winds in Valhalla. Otherwise, the cramped deck might not have been large enough to hold it all.
"Yes. Annihilating a Dimensional Pouch creates a Spatial Fault. It was the only way I could think of to stop the Spatial Fault from advancing," he replied. "Fortunately, Martha blessed me. I was worried that the Dimensional Pouch would be too small to do the job."
Miss Fae was slightly moved. She had learned about Brando from the Elf Queen and could be considered somewhat familiar with his circumstances. She knew that Dimensional Pouches were extremely precious treasures in the mortal world, while Brando was merely a noble lord on the frontier of the Civilized World. Although the Elf Queen had mentioned