The elders sitting at the round table were silent for a few moments. They simply stared at the statue and the memorial stone that Eugene had pulled out with puzzled expressions.

Then, someone stood up from their seat. It was a middle-aged man whose gray hair had grown closer to white in shade. It was Doynes, Leader of the Council of Elders and the Immortal Lionheart. Placing his hands behind his back, he slowly walked over to the statue and memorial stone.

“...Hm…,” Doynes hummed as he assessed the statue that appeared to be in perfect condition, without any trace of damage.

The level of realism was so amazing that it was hard to believe that this was just a statue. After Doynes scanned the statue, which had been so realistically carved that even the tiniest of the subject’s scars had been reproduced, his gaze then turned to the memorial stone placed at its feet.

“...Hamel Dynas,” Doynes read.

“The Stupid Hamel?” came a murmur from the elders.

Before he had even realized what he was doing, Gilead got up from his seat and approached Hamel’s statue. His eyes shifted between the statue’s face and the words on the memorial stone, his gaze full of surprise.

“...Where did this statue…. How did you even find it?” Doynes turned his head to look at Eugene.

That damned fairy tale had spouted all sorts of obscenities and fabrications about Hamel, while permanently labeling him with the title of the Stupid Hamel. Now that Eugene had taken out this memorial stone and shown it to them, the epithet given by the fairy tale would no longer be attached to Hamel, and his honor would surely be restored.

That was why Eugene was happily watching as the council of elders exchanged murmurs, their eyes fixed on the memorial stone.

Eugene began to answer Doynes’s question, “As the elders of the Council may be aware, for the past two years I have been studying magic in Aroth….”

Naturally, Eugene had already come up with an excuse. During his time in...