Backlund.
The young person who had met with Catherine, the Black Saint, and bore a banner mark on their forehead.
On this quiet night.
Appeared inside a rented house in the East Borough.
She gave a soft laugh. "It can basically be confirmed that Don Quixote is not an Angel of the Iron and Blood Cross Order."
"Nor is she a secret weapon secretly cultivated by the True Creator."
A gash suddenly split open on her cheek and spoke, "Isn't that obvious?"
"You could have figured that out without even negotiating with the Rose School."
"You only needed to pray to our Lord to learn the truth."
"Yet you insisted on taking such a long detour."
"It seems that after living too long, your brain has become as stupid as a Zombie's."
The young person expressionlessly raised a hand and wiped her face.
The gash disappeared.
She muttered to herself, "Next, it's time to head to the Southern Continent."
"The Rose School hates Don Quixote deeply, which is only natural. After all, someone wiped out their nest."
"The Demoness Sect's attitude is rather ambiguous. I suppose those Demonesses would be delighted to see Don Quixote and me fight to the death."
"Those insidious women..."
"But no matter what, Don Quixote took the Undying Flame."
"With herself included, she possesses two Conqueror Beyonder Characteristics."
A strange glint flashed through the young person's eyes. "They can only belong to me."
"They must belong to me!"
Just then, she gave a surprised sound.
Then, she raised a wisp of pure white flame from her fingertip.
The flame swiftly expanded into a glowing point of prayer.
Through that point of light, the young person saw someone wearing a black robe with the hood lowered, revealing a deeply contoured face covered in tattoos.
The young