━Clang.

A sudden sound came from the door behind Tirpione, who was clinging to me.

“Ken, will you be my master?”

She looked up at me with familiar eyes, the same gaze I had seen often before.

Those eyes reminded me of Laphne’s when she saw me as prey.

The eyes of someone filled with desire and greed.

“Master... means...”

“It refers to the owner of the magic sword Tirpione.”

Of course, that’s what it meant.

I placed my hand on her shoulder to gently push her away and looked her in the eyes.

“Uh, Tirpione, you may not know …