Although it might be a little boastful of me to say this, my memory wasnât bad at all.
Rather, it was relatively good. If I saw something even once, I rarely forgot it.
If I didnât understand a concept, I could learn it without much trouble after a few repetitions.
For me to not recognize a voice meant that person and I had not had a close relationship.
The only information I was able to gather from the voice was that he was an adult male...
After taking a moment to think, I took the sword out from the corpse and walked toward the crack in the wall.
Arzan immediately spoke up.
âYoung master.â
âI know. But regardless, this person saved our life. If he wanted to kill us, he couldâve done so with just that attack.â
â...Then Iâll go.â
âAre you being serious? Look at that crack. Itâs too narrow. I can get out quickly if things go south, but youâd need some time.â
Arzan was pretty tall for a woman, and although her clothes helped hide it, she was quite muscular.
In comparison, it hadnât even been a month since Iâd stopped being a super unfit walking skeleton.
It was clear which of us could move more easily through this crack.
âAlso, my overall condition is better than yours, butler.â
âBut...â
I waited to see how Arzan would try and convince me, but she said something completely unexpected.
â...That voice. I recognize it. It could be someone I know.â
âReally?â I said while massaging my chin. âAll the more reason for me to go, then.â
âPardon?â
I ignored Arzanâs confusion as I pushed my body into the crack. As I did, I heard a groan from behind me.
âIf you donât return in five minutes, I will follow after you.â
âSure.â
As I waded through the darkness, I continued to think.
It might be obvious, but I hadnât had many interactions with Arzan. The fact that we lived in the same mansion didnât change that.
I didnât even know what Arzan liked to eat, so the people that both she and I knew were very few and far between.
At this point, the answer was simple: the person beyond this crack was somehow related to Bednicker.
***
After moving for about a minute, I exited the crack.
Beyond was a pretty large area, and I became quite shocked as I looked around.
First, it was decently bright. I wondered why this was, and as I looked closer, I saw the walls themselves were glowing.
Glow rocks?
In one of the corners, there was a small puddle, and I could see a thin flow of water coming from another crack.
Honestly, although these things were rare, they could still be found in any natural cave.
What got my attention was something else.
There were traces of a dwelling. Made from stones from the area, there were what looked to be a table, a chair, and even a bed...
â...â
And above the stone bed, a man was observing me.
He had unruly hair on his head and a scraggly beard. He didnât look particularly clean, and his clothes were only a little better than rags, but something seemed to be missing.
As I looked closer, I noticed he didnât have a right arm.
Even so, despite him only having one arm, what left the greatest impression on me were his eyes. The eyes that peeked through his messy hair were like those of a beast.
âWhat the? Itâs just a small brat,â said a very flat voice.
Of course, he was talking about me. I understood how my outward appearance came across, so I nodded and agreed with him.
âIâm small but strong.â
âOh ho.â
The manâs beard made it hard to guess his age.
Initially, Iâd thought he was just an old man, but he could be decently young as well.
The man roughly scratched his hair. I hoped that the flakes floating around him were just dust, not dandruff.
I handed over the sword I was holding.
âHere.â
âJust leave it anywhere over there.â
âOkay.â
I took the edgeless sword and propped it up against the wall at an angle.
All the while, the man was quietly observing me.
â...Goodness. I was wondering who was fighting the cult in the Gem Mountains. Who couldâve expected a brat like you?â
âHeh. Thanks for saving my life, but donât treat me like a kid who doesnât know anything.â
Even if I had the appearance of a kid, it didnât feel good to be treated like one when my mind was over thirty years old.
âReally?â
After saying that, the man tilted his head before suddenly flicking his finger.
Flick.
I turned my head to dodge the pebble that flew toward me.
âHmm?â
I let out a blatant sigh.
âThere are many different ways to test people. But why do hermits like you always use sudden attacks like this as aââ
I stopped talking to dodge four more pebbles.
Damn it.
âHo oh.â
Only now did the look in the manâs eyes change a little.
âSo youâre not a complete brat? Well, since you entered the Gem Mountains, you have to be at least a little bit skilled.â
â...â
âKid, whatâs your name?â
âItâs Luan.â
I wanted to hide my surname for now.
I still wasnât sure of the manâs identity.
Although there was a high chance that he was related to House Bednicker, there was no guarantee that the relationship was positive.
Honestly, I still couldnât get any sense of who this man was, though I felt like I could get an idea if that beard wasnât in the way...
âAnd whatâs your name?â
At my question, the man paused for a second.
â...Call me Dan.â
Judging by his attitude, that wasnât his real name.
Was it an alias?
Or an abbreviation of some kind?
What was it short for?
Dany, Daniel, Dainer, Jonathan...
No matter how much I thought about it, nobody came to mind.
âIt looked like you had an ally outside. Why did you come alone?â
âI thought it might be dangerous if both of us came in.â
âIâm not a dangerous person, so go get your friend as well.â
I had a feeling he was telling the truth. I couldnât sense any wickedness from this man.
Unlike his blunt tone, I could feel a weird sense of class from the way he moved...
But I also knew just how foolish it was to judge someone as either good or bad.
Being a good person didnât guarantee that they would act in my interests, nor did being a bad person mean they would harm me.
To know whether this unfamiliar person was an ally or an enemy, there was one piece of information I needed more than any other.
âWhat are you doing here?â
â...â
To judge a personâs character, no knowledge was more significant than their goal.
Upon hearing my question, Dan slowly blinked.
âWho knows... Just what am I doing here?â said Dan. âHmm. Asking such a direct question, it doesnât leave me much to say.â
â...â
Dan acted like Iâd asked him a question about the nature of reality itself as he suddenly delved into philosophy.
âWho am I? What am I doing here? What have I done? And what will I do in the future...?â
Is he crazy?
I wasnât trying to insult him; I genuinely wondered if he wasnât of sound mind.
If he was suffering from any sort of madness, it made sense for him to dodge the question about his goals.
As I took a small step back, Dan laughed aloud.
âIâm joking.â
I paused and waited for him to continue.
âI am here dreaming of revenge.â
âRevenge?â
âYeah. I was done in badly.â
âBy whom?â
âThat snake bastard.â
âYou speak of the gem beast.â
âThatâs right.â
âHmm.â
Arzan had told me before, the gem beasts of the Gem Mountains were existences who werenât any different from a calamity or death itself.
Having seen one with my own two eyes, I could tell that sentiment held some truth.
Especially the Sapphire Snake Iâd seen, it probably had enough power to easily annihilate one or two knight orders.
âWere you alone?â
âYeah.â
What should I call this man who was trying to kill a gem beast alone? It was starting to become difficult to describe Dan as merely âeccentric.â
I looked around the area again.
This place, hidden behind a crack in the cave wall, could barely be called a dwelling.
Suddenly, another question popped into my head.
How long had this man been staying here?
âHow long has it been?â
Dan habitually brushed his beard.
âHmm. Iâve been chasing it since the day my arm was severed. I donât know the path through the mountains in detail, but I feel like Iâve been everywhere there is to go here. Did you know if you go to the center of the mountain range, you canât tell the difference between night and day? The trees become so dense they blot out the sky. Thanks to that, I donât have any sense of time anymore.â
He was talking so much about how he didnât know anything, but something else he said caught my attention.
ââChasedâ? Arenât you living here? And the snake as well.â
At that, Dan shook his head.
âThis is a temporary dwelling. That monster is unpredictable. It continuously changes its dwelling. Well, itâs been a while since it moved here... In any case, thereâs no guarantee that youâll see it again if you lose it in these mountains. That's the reason Iâm sticking so close.â
â...â
I closed my mouth, which had opened slightly.
Judging by the traces of activity here, Dan likely hadnât been living here for a short amount of time. It had been at least a few months.
Then... how long had this man been chasing after the gem beast?
It was at this point that I felt a presence appear behind me as Arzan entered through the crack.
âButler?â
It had been five minutes. I had forgotten due to the conversation.
However, rather than me, Arzan was looking at Dan. She seemed to be in a state of half-doubt.
âYou are...â
In contrast, Dan immediately recognized Arzan.
âYou are... ah, the red-haired brat from back then.â
His attention turned straight to me.
âYou, brat, are you perhaps Dellarkâs son?â
I almost replied, Dellark?
Not because it was a name I didnât know but because I hadnât expected to hear that name from the manâs mouth like that.
I couldnât help but change my tone.
âMay I ask who you are?â
Dellark C. Bednicker. In front of the man who could say the name of the Lord of Blood and Iron like he was a close friend, what else could I do?