Although he wasn’t sure from what moment these likenesses of their figures were taken, Eugene felt it was probably from just before they had departed for Helmuth. Vermouth, as he was pictured on the wall, didn’t appear to have the Moonlight Sword on him.

‘I also look like I have fewer scars.’

In his previous life, Hamel had ended up with a lot of scars. The many scars on his body had been covered up by his clothes and armor, and even his face had borne a lot of minor scarring. Around half of them had been obtained while he was working as a mercenary, and the remaining half were obtained in Helmuth.

The ‘Hamel’ in front of him had almost no scars on his exposed skin. Although he had a nasty expression, his eyes weren’t all that offensive. From how neat and tidy his appearance was, this image had to be from before they had gone through all sorts of hardships in Helmuth.

“...How handsome,” Eugene eventually murmured.

“Right?” Mer agreed. “Although I’ve also seen this image a countless times, I still can’t get over how handsome Sir Vermouth was—”

Eugene interrupted...