Sirin looked at the two humans before her and, after a moment of silence, asked them a question.
"Rik..."
Hearing Sirin's voice, Kogetsu could not help calling out. The next moment, she realized what she had done and quickly shut her mouth. At the same time, she regretted not managing to stay silent.
The other young woman also glared at her with a slight hint of resentment.
"Looks like... Riktor Dora really is in this village!"
Sirin nodded. She had not expected to find the village where Riktor Dora was so directly.
The village of Rik's hometown when he was seven. While he had been playing chess with Tet, it had been caught up in battle. His birthplace had been destroyed, leaving him an orphan and making him understand that reality was not as simple as a game.
After being taken in by Krohnii Dora's village, he witnessed the village's destruction once more at the age of thirteen. From then on, he swore upon the wills of the dead that he would lead everyone to see the day the "Great War" ended.
"I only want to ask you about something, and then I'll let you go. I have no reason to lie to you, because this village of yours is nothing more than something that would shatter at a touch in my eyes."
"If you know what's good for you, don't become the culprits behind your village's destruction! Don't worry, what I want to ask is only something very simple."
Imaginary Power materialized behind Sirin, and a throne appeared at her back. Sirin sat down directly, crossing her slender, jade-like left leg over her right as her golden eyes fixed on the two of them.
"..."
"Yes..."
After a moment, Kogetsu and the other woman exchanged glances and nodded helplessly.