I went to take care of cremating Pax.
Bake him and bury him.
It's the common method for memorial service in this world.
However, Zanoba, shaking his head, stopped me.
Without Pax's body the revolt won't be settled.
In a flat voice he told me that, in order to take care of this internal turmoil, we should leave his corpse.
You shouldn't hand the body of your King over to the rebel army either.
That's what I thought, but Zanoba was incredibly coercive.
In the end, I cleaned Pax's body with water magic and then we carried him to the fifth floor.
When we reached the fifth floor we saw Randolph carrying the Queen Benedict on his back like luggage.
Roxy was helping.
Randoph seems to have relied on her.
She helped dress the naked Benedict and made a backpack from the sheets to carry her with.
Silently she worked to fill a bag with cloths from the closet.
"Your Majesty?" was the first thing Randolph said.
"The King is dead. I'll carry his body to the rebels to stop this chaos."
Zanoba's reply was indifferent.
Randolph's expression did not change.
It was like he immediately understood the plan.
"I have been tasked by His Majesty, to escape with his Queen, and then to escort her to KDK."
Randolph knew.
He knew Pax intended to commit suicide.
I can't say why he didn't have the decency to stop him.
"Then you should follow Myself."
"Yes sir, Your Highness Zanoba.... for your forethought, thank you."
At the end of that very short exchange, Randolph bowed.
That Randolph who had just been trying to kill us is now accompanying us.
Ordinarily I would be cautious of him.
That last battle may have just been the preamble of Hitogami's trap.
But I can't believe that is the case.
I feel that Randolph does not want to fight.
It's a strange sensation.
But, it's not like I can be sure.
He's the fifth ranked Seven Major Powers: Randolph Marian.
That man who I couldn't even compare to had such a tired look on his face.
However, Roxy and I, we both look just as tired.
Even if someone said, 'We have to fight Randoph here.' I would just weakly shake my head no.
Everyone was tired.
Even Zanoba was quiet as a mouse.
The four of us... no, it's five people once you include Benedict.
With heavy footsteps, we five escaped from the royal palace using the underground passage.
We came back into the watermill.
There was still time until the darkness makes way for daybreak.
When the spirit of light broke the darkness, I cheered up as the Magic Armor was illuminated.
I didn't have to use this for anything other then movement after all.
"This... could this be the Fighting God Armor?"
Randolph abruptly asked me.
He was gazing up at the Magic Armor with a stunned look on his face.
"No, this is a magic tool which Zanoba and I have made for decisive battles, it's the [Magic Armor]."
"I see... If you had employed this, I would have been in trouble."
"Is that so, but in the end I couldn't do anything about your [Bewitching Sword]."
Randolph responded to that with a 'Ha' kind of laugh.
"Well I was cornered before I used that."
"Eh?"
"My body was becoming worn out from your formation, and negating that Rock Cannon had used almost all of my magic power..."