"Ritsuka, do you know what you did wrong?"
Chaldea's Zero Sail vessel, emergency infirmary.
Sherlock Holmes and Norla, who had been rescued, were still lying in hospital beds. Mash, whose condition was somewhat better, sat in a reclining chair.
Leonardo da Vinci and Fujimaru Ritsuka were currently outside the infirmary.
Goredolf Musik, looking somewhat awkward, stood beside them as well.
Da Vinci wore a stern expression, while Fujimaru Ritsuka looked utterly blank.
"...I do."
There was no resentment in him. Fujimaru Ritsuka only felt lingering fear now.
He had told Director Goredolf that he had not let his emotions get the better of him—but had he truly not?
Sherlock Holmes had been badly wounded. Mr. Norla, who had suddenly appeared, was badly wounded as well. Da Vinci had no real combat ability, and Mash was in terrible condition too.
—How could Mash and he possibly have defeated the terrifyingly powerful Sigurd?
Director Goredolf had gone to great lengths to save everyone aboard the ship, yet he had provoked Sigurd again.
If the other man had not held back in the end, everyone aboard the ship, everyone Chaldea had left alive, humanity's final hope—
They would all have been killed because of him.
Sigurd had shown mercy this time.
But what about next time?
Sigurd's sword had practically been pressed against his throat.
Hoping for the enemy to show mercy every single time was the height of foolishness.
He had already passed through seven Singularities, defeated Goetia, the Mage King, and wiped out every remaining force—
So why was he still foolish enough to make such a mistake?
Wasn't he supposed to save everyone?
But what was he doing now?
He
had nearly gotten everyone killed?
In the end, had he truly not grown at all...?
Da Vinci looked sadly and