"..."
Mifolt unwrapped the bandage from his right hand.
He raised that hand to the sky.
Then.
A giant magic formation appeared in the space beside him, above the ground.
What emerged from that magic formation was an ogre.
It was a Gigantic Ogre with a purple body surface imbued with powerful magic.
A massive body about 250 cm in height.
The only clothing it wore was a loincloth.
It was showing off its well-developed muscles throughout its body.
(A summoner...)
A mage who summons and controls monsters.
A summoner.
That must be Mifolt's aptitude profession.
And to summon a Gigantic Ogre...
He was undoubtedly an extremely skilled summoner.
"Kukuku, foolish intruders!"
Marquis Bilegins turned to us and laughed.
Then he grandly introduced Mifolt.
"This Mifolt here is one of the [Selected Six]... the Summoning King, Mifolt Balseed!"
...What did he say?
The Selected Six?
I was stunned.
Marquis Bilegins laughed loudly.
"Hahahahaha! You seem speechless! Have you finally understood who you've dared to challenge!?"
"...Only a few people would know the term [Selected Six]."
Mifolt interjected.
Furthermore, Mifolt stated.
"Also, let me clarify something, Bilegins. I don't intend to kill them."
"What!?"
"I'll just subdue them. I don't like killing people."
Mifolt declared.
What's going on?
This person might not be a bad person after all?
Is he just employed by Bilegins, or staying in this mansion for some reason?
Mifolt said to us.
"Sorry about this. I bear no grudge against you, but I have my own objective. I'll be careful not to kill you, but you might experience some pain—"
"Ah, I remember now!"
At that moment, interrupting Mifolt's words.
Aristy raised her voice.
She said.
"It's Mifolt! It's been a long time."
Umm...
So they do know each other after all.
"W-who are you?"
Mifolt asked, switching to the language of Liznis.
"Have you forgotten? I'm Aristy Flearose."
Aristy answered.
Then Mifolt's eyes widened... and he was utterly terrified.
"A-Ari, Aristy...!???"
Mifolt's mouth gaped open as he trembled.
Bilegins shouted.
"What's wrong, Mifolt! Fight them, quickly!"
Then Mifolt snapped at Bilegins.
"A-are you insane!? What kind of person are you trying to make me fight!? At least choose your opponents carefully!"
"W-what do you mean!? What's so special about this woman called Aristy?"
"Aristy is one of the [Selected Six]!!"
"!!?"
Bilegins was shocked.
Mifolt continued.
"And she ranks higher than me! I'm ranked 6th among the Six, and Aristy is ranked 5th! There's no way I can win against someone like that!?"
To those words, Bilegins said with confusion.
"N-no, but... That's it! She could be an impostor!? There's no way two of the Six would be gathered in a place like this!"
"Hmm, th-that might be true, but..."
Mifolt, who had been panicking, calmed down a bit.
I asked Aristy.
"Aristy, when was the last time you met Mifolt?"
"Eh? Um, I believe the last time we met was during the civil war in the Kingdom of Legran."
Aristy answered.
Hearing those words, Mifolt exclaimed.
"Sh-sh-she's the real deal! It's the real Aristy!"
Apparently, Mifolt had the same memory.
Mifolt began to tremble again.