Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The entire capital felt frozen after Petelgeuse disappeared.
Not killed.
Not defeated.
Erased.
Completely.
Like reality itself rejected his existence.
The knights stared at the place where the Sin Archbishop vanished with hollow expressions.
One quietly whispered—
"…What was that?"
No one answered him.
Because nobody knew.
Reinhard slowly looked toward me again.
And this time—
Even the Sword Saint's eyes held caution.
Interesting.
Not fear.
Reinhard van Astrea probably didn't know how to fear properly.
But caution?
Yes.
He finally understood that whatever I was—
It went beyond strength.
Roswaal stared at me silently too.
The clown's smile was gone again.
Honestly?
Seeing him uncomfortable was becoming entertaining.
Then suddenly—
A loud gasp echoed nearby.
Emilia.
Right.
She was still here.
I turned toward her calmly.
Silver hair fluttered slightly in the night wind while her purple eyes stared directly at me.
Not terrified.
Not disgusted.
Confused.
Trying to understand.
"…Subaru."
"Hm?"
"…What are you?"
Straightforward question.
Honestly?
Fair.
I thought for a moment.
Then answered honestly.
"A traveler."
Roswaal physically looked offended by that answer.
Funny.
Emilia blinked.
"…That's not what I meant."
"I know."
Puck floated beside her carefully again.
Though now—
The Great Spirit looked genuinely disturbed.
Not by my strength.
By Satella.
Petelgeuse revealing the Witch's attachment to me changed things massively.
Especially to spiritual beings.
Because now people would start asking questions.
Dangerous questions.
And Puck already realized it.
"…Lia," Puck whispered quietly.
Emilia ignored him.
Her eyes stayed on me stubbornly.
"…The Witch Cultist called you loved by the Witch."
Ah.
There it was.
Honestly?
No good answer existed here.
Because saying:
"Yes, the most dangerous being in history is obsessed with me"
Sounded insane.
"…He's mentally unstable," I answered.
"Thaaaat is avoiding the question," Roswaal said immediately.
Annoying clown.
I glanced at him.
Roswaal instantly shut up.
Good.
Then suddenly—
A knight approached Reinhard nervously.
"Sir Reinhard…"
The man swallowed hard before continuing.
"…The Council wishes to know if the city is under attack by another Archbishop."
Reinhard answered calmly.
"No."
The knight visibly relaxed.
Then Reinhard added—
"…But increase security regardless."
The poor knight looked like he regretted existing.
Honestly?
Reasonable reaction.
Reinhard finally turned back toward me afterward.
"…Subaru."
"Hm?"
"…Did you know Petelgeuse?"
"A little."
Not personally obviously.
But I knew enough.
Reinhard studied my expression carefully.
"You destroyed his Authority."
"Correct."
"That should not be possible."
"Yet it happened."
"…Yes."
Honestly?
Reinhard adapted surprisingly fast to impossible situations.
Probably because divine protections turned his life into nonsense constantly anyway.
Then suddenly—
Roswaal laughed softly again.
"My myyyy…"
The clown's eyes sharpened dangerously.
"The kingdom will panic once this spreads."
"People panic easily."
Roswaal smiled wider.
"Oh no…"
His gaze slowly swept across the terrified knights nearby.
"They panic especially hard when the impossible appears."
Fair point.
Because what happened tonight shattered common sense entirely.
The Sword Saint.
Authorities.
The Witch Cult.
Space itself splitting apart.
And standing at the center of all of it—
Me.
Honestly?
The myths were about to become ridiculous.
Then—
I sensed it again.
Cold shadows wrapped around my body briefly.
Love.
Possession.
Obsession.
Satella.
The air around me distorted faintly.
And this time—
Everyone noticed.
Emilia froze instantly.
Puck's fur stood on end.
Roswaal's smile vanished completely.
Even Reinhard's hand instinctively moved toward his sword.
Interesting.
So Satella was becoming more aggressive.
Annoying.
Whispers suddenly echoed faintly around the street.
"I love you…"
Soft.
Broken.
Every knight immediately paled.
One collapsed outright.
Because they recognized the voice.
The Witch of Envy.
Black shadows flickered around my feet for half a second before vanishing again.
Silence followed immediately afterward.
Nobody breathed.
Nobody moved.
Then—
"…Subaru."
Reinhard's voice had become extremely serious now.
"Yes?"
"…The Witch is attached to you."
Direct.
Accurate.
Very annoying.
Roswaal stared at me like he'd discovered the apocalypse personally.
Honestly?
He probably thought he had.
Because from his perspective:
a monster stronger than Reinhard appeared
the Gospel failed
Authorities stopped functioning
Satella herself reacted personally
Yeah.
I'd probably panic too.
Meanwhile Emilia simply looked worried.
Not afraid.
Worried.
Interesting girl.
"…Are you okay?" she asked quietly.
The entire street looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
Even I blinked once.
"…That's your concern?"
"Well… yes?"
Honestly?
That answer caught me off guard slightly.
Most people right now viewed me like a walking disaster.
Meanwhile Emilia worried whether I was okay.
No wonder Subaru fell for her originally.
She was absurdly kind.
Puck noticed my expression immediately.
His eyes narrowed.
Protective father instincts activated again.
Funny spirit.
Then suddenly—
A slow clap echoed nearby.
Everyone turned instantly.
A tall man wearing elegant white clothing stepped out from the shadows calmly.
White hair.
Sharp eyes.
And enough arrogance to suffocate a room.
Julius Juukulius.
Interesting timing.
The knight of knights stopped walking the moment his eyes landed on me.
Then—
His smile disappeared.
"…I see."
Unlike the others—
Julius understood immediately.
A swordsman's instinct.
The moment he looked at me—
He realized the gap.
And honestly?
That probably hurt his pride badly.
Because Julius was strong.
Very strong.
Just nowhere near this level.
Reinhard glanced toward him calmly.
"Julius."
"…Reinhard."
Julius never took his eyes off me.
Then finally—
"…So the rumors were true."
Roswaal smiled slightly.
"Oh yes."
The clown's gaze slowly moved toward me again.
"Allow me to introduce Lugunica's newest calamity."
Honestly?
That title went hard.