One day remained before the duel.
An entire month had passed—one that Ethan had spent in a completely different world from his own.
A life utterly unlike the one he had lived on Earth.
After the emergency meeting of the hunters was dismissed, Ethan left with his squad. He had successfully convinced everyone with his explanation, and the threat of being questioned about what he had done was now gone.
"Is it really true… that my grandfather was the one who told you about the dungeon?"
Moon asked him that as they walked together outside.
Ethan answered with a smile, without the slightest hesitation.
"Yes. That's right. I'm sorry for not telling all of you… but Sir Asterion asked me to keep it secret until the very end."
It was a lie.
A complete and perfect lie.
But Ethan was skilled at lying—so skilled that he left no room for even those closest to him to doubt his words.
His companions believed him.
Yet they looked troubled.
