"...You're right." Hendrik's emotions had calmed considerably, "Even if it's an illusion, I will still chase after it."
He stood up, bowing deeply to Ansel.
"All the members of the Tower of Babel and I will remember your kindness, Lord Ansel. Even though we will soon become a group of wanderers, if you ever need anything... even if I can't speak for others, I will do everything in my power for you."
Ansel laughed heartily, "There's no need, Mr. Rundell. I don't need you to do anything for me. Use your talents and abilities to bring more change to the empire, to this world. That would be the best repayment for me."
"...Yes!"
The man who was about to lose his ideal clenched his fist, not out of anger or sorrow, but out of excitement and joy.
"Hendrik Rundell, I will remember."
After Hendrik left the mansion, Ansel sat on the sofa, stretching lazily,
"Well, this little game is almost over, but..."
