... live free!

"... did that happen"

"Yes."

"Well, the kids behind you..."

"These are the kids I helped. I've only taken him out about as well as I know him on the boulder..."

"I see..."

Mr. Helga saw them when he said so, but immediately returned to give him his gaze.

"You seem to be hurt or tired for a long time..."

"Right. I'm talking to Mr. Helga for a second, so you're back first?

"Are you sure?

When I told Yua to go back to the orphanage, she asked me if I could go back while Yua looked at Mr. Helga. Are you going to ask Yua and the others about the situation? So I asked Mr. Helga.

"Isn't that nice?

"Oh, I don't mind, but if you need anything, I might listen to you, okay?

Yua nodded when Mr. Helga said so, so Yua and the others went back to the orphanage first and decided to do so. Flora could have gone back to Lorna, but she said she was going to wait for me, so she was going to have Yua and the others with her. They were walking to the orphanage.

After I drop them off like that, I turn back to Mr. Helga.

"Thank you"

"No, it's not something the lady cares about. But is the lady okay?

"It's okay."

"... Really?

"Yes."

Having said that, Mr. Helga looked a little difficult and thought about it, but turned to me again.

"... that injury was when you helped those kids?

"Well, that's the place. For once, he's tied up, but I don't know what's going on."

"Well, really, can you tell me where it is?

"Yes, I intend to do so from the beginning, so instead, I ask you to speak of the children that remain, of those who are tied up or of those who are dead"

"Okay."

Then I was teaching Mr. Helga a lot about where they were being captured, etc.

"That's what it looks like as a place or an address for that organization."

"Very helpful"

"Really? Good for you."

That's what I said. For now, I thought that the children of that time would be able to help the soldiers.

"It'll take some time to get ready, but let's head as fast as we can."

"Please. And I want you to see this..."

I took out the ring that the dead man had on his finger and showed it to Mr. Helga.

"Ko, this is..."

Mr. Helga was staring at the ring I had, saying so. Is something wrong? Driven by such anxiety, I decided to ask Mr. Helga about the ring.