Eugene had complicated feelings about the statue that had been erected by Molon. To be honest, he wanted to see it, but if he did see it, he felt like he would be pointlessly overwhelmed by emotions. If he had come to the Kingdom of Ruhr alone, he would have snuck over to take a look at it, but he couldn’t do that now.

An elbow started poking into Eugene’s side.

A strangely out-of-place smile hovering on her face, Kristina subtly tilted her head towards Eugene and whispered, “How is it?”

From just that expression alone, Eugene could tell who was currently in control of Kristina’s body.

It was still Kristina, but it seemed that she had given in to the impulse from Anise’s urgings from inside her head due to her own interest in the question.

Eugene cleared his throat and lifted his gaze before finally saying, “...It’s well-made.”

That was Eugene’s honest impression.

He had seen quite a few statues like this thus far. Right now, a statue of Hamel that Eugene had brought from the Nahama Desert stood in the Lionheart clan’s garden. There were statues of Vermouth in Kiehl’s Capital and the Black Lion Castle, as well as a statue of Sienna in Aroth’s Merdein Square. Then, in the Plaza of the Sun in Yuras, he saw a statue of Anise that floated in the sky.

Among all these, the best one by far was the statue right in front of him. The statues that Eugene had seen before now had definitely looked impressive. Anise’s statue, in particular, had been beautifully decorated with precious jewels. But this one….

Eugene declared, “It’s majestic.”

The statue that was currently before them was enormous. In that way, it definitely felt like Molon. The statue was even taller than an ordinary building. And all of Molon’s bulging muscles had been reproduced exactly as they were.

The statue depicted a wounded Molon holding the deceased Hamel in his arms. Although it hadn’t included their other comrades, the ruined scenery created during a tough battle had been precisely recreated around the statue.

“...And a bit sorrowful,” Eugene added.

Eugene wasn’t shedding any tears. He was enduring the urge to do so. He had already shed many tears in a similar situation, and it was obvious that if he did cry, Anise would tease him so much that it would make him want to kill someone, so Eugene was suppressing his emotions.

“Sob.”

Eugene might have been able to endure, but Mer chose not to. With only her face still sticking out of an opening in his cloak, Mer was weeping openly. Kristina was awkwardly donning a mischievous smile as if she meant to imitate Anise, but her...