"This is complicated..."
I'd learned through this diary that my ancestor had made Excalibur, which cleared up one question, but it only made my head more tangled.
Who had written the book in the royal archive, and why?
And why was the sword my ancestor made in the hands of a woman like Evilus?
"...I don't know."
For now, I'd found out who made it, so it was time to restore it.
If my ancestor made it, then I should be able to restore it too.
"Ugh... my head hurts..."
Since I'd found what I came for, there was no reason to stay in the archive any longer. I took the diary and left.
"Why did you bring that book with you?"
Aiz had also come out carrying a book of her own.
"...This looks like... my parents' diary."
"..."
Why was that here?
"Can I take it...?"
"Take it. It's not like anyone in this family reads it anyway."
"Mm... thank you."
Aiz hugged the worn book tightly to her chest.
"What are you going to do now?"
"Say goodbye to that damned father. I'll be back soon."
"So you finally came, Bellf."
"...Grandfather?"
When I opened the door to the reception room that the damned father had called me to, I found the damned father and my grandfather sitting there.
"Long time no see, Bellf."
"Why are you here...?"
"I came to give you a present."
"Out of nowhere?"
I remembered that Grandfather—Garon Crozzo—and I weren't exactly close...
"Bellf, if you grant us just one request, we will no longer concern ourselves with you. I'll also beg Lord Ares to keep you from getting tangled up with Lacia."
"...What do you want?"
Why were they acting like this all of a sudden?
"Rebuild the Crozzo family in Orario."
"...Huh?"
"The Crozzo name has already lost its standing in Lacia."
"So? What exactly am I supposed to do about that?"
"Meet a woman you love and raise a child who will carry on your blood."
"..."
"That will be enough."
"Haa... fine."
It wasn't like I planned to start dating anytime soon anyway, so it wasn't really a problem...
"...Why do I feel so uneasy?"
For some reason, it felt like someone was targeting me...
Since there was nothing left for me to gain in Lacia, I decided to return to Orario tomorrow.
"Take this."
Grandfather handed me an old box decorated with luxurious ornaments.
"What is it?"
"It's the clothes your ancestor wore."
"Why are you giving that to me?"
"It would only gather dust if we kept it. It's a fairly well-made magic tool, so it should be useful."
"..."
When I opened the dusty box, I found clothes that had been surprisingly well preserved inside.
"Well, it does look decent."
"Try it on."
I took off my nagrang and put on the ancestor's clothes from the box.
"...Is this right?"
My upper body was completely exposed.
And this... isn't this clothing from the Far East?