"First Hassan, please forgive my foolish actions, but even though it shames me, I still believe it necessary to visit your mausoleum."
Cursed Arm Hassan lay prostrate on the ground. After finishing those words, he tremblingly raised his head and extended a hand behind him.
"As you can see, those gathered here are people who will fight the Lion King. However, the Lion King's strength still requires your sword."
"For... the future of the Mountain People, I implore you—"
Cursed Arm Hassan said no more. He merely bowed down once again, showing complete reverence toward the First Hassan.
King Hassan's eyes, glimmering with a ghostly blue light, shifted away from Fujimaru Ritsuka and fell upon Cursed Arm Hassan, who lay prostrate to one side.
Then, he slowly moved his feet, walked over to Cursed Arm Hassan, and looked down at him from above.
"...Elder of the Cursed Arm, you are mistaken about two things."
"As always, you remain just as foolish."
Feeling King Hassan's gaze, Cursed Arm slowly raised his head and looked at King Hassan in confusion.
"These practitioners of magecraft are the ones who will fight the Lion King. Is that true?"
King Hassan looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and asked.
"What you seek is the head of the Lion King, who has long since fallen into godhood. Is that true?"
His gaze shifted from Fujimaru Ritsuka to Anno. It was not an interrogation, yet it carried the pressure of one.
"Yes." Anno answered without hesitation.
"Well... honestly, I only know that we need to defeat the Lion King. As for the rest, I don't really understand it myself." Fujimaru Ritsuka showed some hesitation instead.
"Hm!?" Cursed Arm Hassan looked startled.
"Haha... before someone like him, you can't speak lies or force yourself to say things you don't mean,