“...And what about Hamel?”

“Why would you bring up Stupid Hamel here?”

“No, well…. I just feel like he’s also a great person worthy of respect.”

“Why should I hold any respect for him! Just grab any passersby and ask them! Between the Great Vermouth, the Wise Sienna, and the Stupid Hamel, if you asked them to pick the one they most respected, as long as they’re not some lying attention-seeker, there’s no way they’d say they respect Hamel.”

“...Cough…,” Lovellian let out a low cough at Melkith’s outburst. As Gilead’s words about how he most liked Hamel ran through his mind, the Red Tower Master hesitantly spoke up, “...Ahem…. Eugene, if you don’t have any desire for a staff, then—”

Melkith interrupted him, “Hey you, don’t say anything pointless and just keep quiet.”

Ignoring her, Lovellian continued, “Among the artifacts collected by the White Tower Master, there’s one that’s extremely rare and precious.”

“I told you to shut up!” Melkith screeched. As if something was responding to her cry, her curly hair started to rise upwards as an electric current surged through it.

“It...