"...Is this, my nightmare?"
After a brief silence, Tan Juan Geraint spoke softly.
Once he saw "John" use the Silver Baron's Divine Arts, he roughly understood what was happening.
"Naturally."
However, the one who replied wasn't Annan, but Benjamin Foster.
He patted Tan Juan on the head and said with a light chuckle, "Didn't you predict this would happen, Tan Juan?"
"...No, I was just a bit worried."
Tan Juan Geraint shook his head.
His eyes didn't show the desolation of one aware of their own demise.
Instead, he furrowed his brow, deep in thought about something.
This attitude...was a little strange.
On the other hand, Benjamin gave a slight smile to Annan: "Long time no see, 'Giralda'."
"But I am not the Giralda."
Annan declared in advance.
Benjamin shook his head, "I know that. I'm very clear on what 'Giralda' actually means.
