"Edmond Dantès!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka desperately wanted to expose his accomplice's disguise on the spot.
But—
The missionary remained utterly unmoved.
"Who is that? I told you, I'm merely a passing missionary."
"Don't go associating everything you see in your dreams with something else."
With that tone, and you still say you're not Edmond Dantès?
But since he still denied his identity even at this point, there was no need to keep exposing him.
"I saw you just now."
Senji Muramasa, who had been at the rear of the battlefield clearing out the creatures Miyamoto Musashi and Sakumura had missed, narrowed his eyes.
"I never expected even a Bateren like you to possess such strength. Just now—you took down one of those great serpents by yourself over there, didn't you?"
Even if Sakumura and Musashi had cut them down with ease, that did not change the fact that the great serpents were powerful. They were kin of Yamata-no-Orochi.
"Those black flames didn't look like anything ordinary."
That confirmed it. He was definitely Edmond Dantès.
"That was combustible water, imported from the southern barbarians. You can easily find it west of India."
The missionary answered without hesitation.
Fujimaru Ritsuka: .
Why did that sound so familiar?
"Mm, he certainly is a missionary."
Muramasa nodded, though it was impossible to tell whether he believed him or not.
"You're headed for that castle over there, aren't you?"
Seeing that no one was interrupting at last, the missionary glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"The appearance of that castle makes it obvious that it does not want anyone approaching it. Yet instead of retreating, you are moving toward it of your own accord. Should I say you are simply too dull-witted, or..."
"Do you have a reason why you must endure your anger and curses?"
His eyes