The Knight March was over.

Just like how there hadn’t been an opening ceremony, there wasn’t a closing ceremony either. The gates of Fort Lehain were thrown wide open at dawn, and the kings and the knights from their respective countries began to leave the fort.

The first to exit those gates in the early hours of the morning was the Sultan of the Nahama. He departed into the snowfields escorted by the warriors of Nahama, the Sand Scorpions, and the Dungeon Wizards.

Amelia Merwin was also part of this procession. As she looked back behind her, she silently promised herself, ‘One day,’ and pulled on the chain wrapped around Hemoria’s neck.

If only she could harvest his corpse. This was a thought that had passed through Amelia’s mind dozens or even hundreds of times during the ten or so days she had spent within the fort, but she couldn’t afford to put those thoughts into practice.

Her eyes were fixed on the sight of the Brave Molon standing on top of the high castle walls. His body, so strong that it didn’t seem human, caused Amelia’s heart to flutter with desire.

However, she still promised herself that she would one day get what she wanted. As she imagined the distant, no, not-too-distant future, Amelia licked her lips.

Amelia’s collaborator, the Sultan, was having conniptions due to the appearance of a Hero and a Saint, along with the reclusive Molon, during the Knight March, but — Amelia didn’t care about that.

Instead, Amelia felt that it was something like destiny that Eugene Lionheart, whom she had promised to definitely kill the next time they met, would turn out to be the Hero. She didn’t see any problems with this.

If the Hero and the Saint were beings who had inherited the legacy of legends, then the Brave Molon himself was a living legend. But Amelia happened to be in possession of a legend that had already died yet hadn’t fully disappeared. She had the corpse of the Stupid Hamel, the prize among all of Amelia’s most treasured possessions. Although she didn’t have a suitable soul to infuse into it, it wasn’t that big of a problem.

Also, Hamel’s corpse wasn’t the only treasure Amelia possessed.

‘The Brave Molon and Eugene Lionheart… if I can get...