Feysac, Indo Port.
After meeting with Mr. Gluttony of the Psychology Alchemists, Ince Zangwill returned to his rented room, sealed it with Spirituality, and "muttered":
"Can that man really help you get your sword back?
"You know it's kept in Aurmir Palace in Saint-Milon... This is nothing like retrieving your helmet from Stern or your armor from Conston...
"Aurmir Palace is the Einhorn Family's royal palace!"
And Einhorn was an Angel Clan!
Ince left that last thought unspoken. No matter how unruly he was, he still held Angels in awe.
"That's why we need Gluttony's help, isn't it?
"Besides, my sword is only useful to me as I am now. Otherwise, it's just an elegantly crafted ceremonial blade.
"The Einhorn Family can't care that much about a single antique." The Evil Spirit inside him laughed dismissively.
"You're too arrogant! Maybe that's why you underestimated Roselle so badly," Ince retorted.
The Evil Spirit's laughter stopped cold. "Are you breaking our agreement?"
"Of course not... I'm saying we shouldn't rely solely on Mr. Gluttony. We need other plans in place!
"And his terms aren't simple. When you helped him drive the corruption from his mind just now, you must have noticed that a great existence stands behind his opponent!
"Finding his opponent's true identity for him could be extremely dangerous," Ince said gravely.
The Evil Spirit fell silent for several seconds before replying, "I won't interfere with your backup plans... But there's nothing wrong with sticking to mine. Trust a top-tier Conspirer."
A top-tier Conspirer who lost his entire country? Ince thought. He merely nodded and said, "Let's see whether that gentleman can keep his promise first. He said he'd have preliminary results by Friday night. We can wait that long...
"If that fails, we'll have to wait for Twilight Day. Aurmir