At that moment, in the basement of Avalon at Spica Castle.
"I'm back...."
Gray walked into the room with an exhausted expression and collapsed into a chair. He hadn't shed a single drop of sweat, but he'd been worked to the bone.
"You worked hard."
"...You too."
Meri, who'd come to greet Gray, also looked drained.
"What did the Baron say?"
"What did the Holy Knight Commander say?"
"...Said he'd be sending out scouts soon, as soon as preparations are complete. Toward both Ras Vegas and the dungeon."
"Same here. They asked if it would be alright to modify the stockings so a large-scale force could move out, and so they could be used as armor."
Meri and Gray pooled the intelligence they'd each gathered from their respective fronts. And the information they'd collected was converging on a single conclusion.
"Looks like they're about to move, huh?"
"...A force this size is dangerous."
