Hearing Dumbledore's leading question, Roy paused and gave it some serious thought before finally shaking his head.
"No. Why do you ask?"
"Is that so..."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, then came back to himself and gestured for Roy to tell him the full course of the battle.
"All right, since you're so curious."
Roy sighed and retold Dumbledore the story he had told in the common room.
"...In the end, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I said—this is my duel. Then I raised my wand and used my final Chidori Sharp Spear on him..."
"...I tried to reach for the Potions in my pocket, but I truly didn't have a shred of strength left. After one last glance at the sky, I lost consciousness completely. As for what happened afterward, I assume you already know.
Roy recounted a whole string of events in one breath, leaving his throat rather dry. Dumbledore had listened with rapt attention throughout. Now that Roy had finally finished telling the story of the battle, Dumbledore hurriedly poured him a glass of water.
"I'm done. Do you have anything to say?"
Roy drained the entire cup of honey tea in one gulp, set down the cup, and took the initiative to ask the silent Dumbledore across from him.
"You were incredibly cool. Truly."
Dumbledore nodded, praising and approving of Roy's actions. At the same time, however, there was a hint of regret, as though he was hesitating over the absence of someone from Roy's story.
Roy, who was usually so smug, reacted unusually to Dumbledore's praise. He looked somewhat regretful and guilty, letting out a long sigh with helplessness in his voice.
"But I still used the Unforgivable Curses and Dark Magic. You know, I..."
Dumbledore took the initiative to interrupt Roy's remorse