Clear as Day, Plain as Truth

An ominous, horrifying atmosphere lingered in the Black Prison for a long time.

Even after Ricky's laughter and Sakrael's sobbing had both faded away, Tales could still feel the gloom and bone-deep chill permeating the air.

The Year of Blood.

Edi II.

The Radiant Star Royal Family.

And the only thing that threatened the Magic Empress...

The perfect Anti-Magic Armament.

Tales breathed in a daze, only just realizing that his limbs were trembling slightly.

The secret he had just learned had shocked the Prince too deeply.

Tales lowered his head blankly and looked at his left hand. There were still a few faint scars on his palm, so shallow they were impossible to notice without a close look.

Six years ago, it was with this hand that he had gripped that forbidden weapon... and sealed Giza?

That weapon, which was very likely the culprit behind the deaths of the Radiant Star Royal Family...

Netherworld Edge?

Thinking of its name, which surely was no coincidence, and its strange, almost living call, Tales could not help clenching his fist. His chest tightened.

What exactly was it?

Countless questions surged forth alongside goosebumps, swallowing him whole.

"We should go."

Nearby, Ricky put away his look of reminiscence and delight and returned to his usual calm.

"That's all for today."

But just as he turned around—

"Wait, Ricky."

Semir, who was likewise still dazed, sighed and looked toward Sakrael in the cell. "One last question."

Under the dim light, the Execution Knight seemed to be sitting dejectedly on the ground, his whole figure steeped in sorrow.

Ricky frowned slightly, but ultimately said nothing.

Semir walked toward the bars one step at a time. The firelight forced the bars' shadows right up against him as he continued toward the corner where Sakrael was hiding.

"Just