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“It’s coming into view—there, that’s Rigel.”
“Whoa, it’s huge! …But it looks like it’s split into three parts?”

Looking down from the airship, I saw that Rigel had grown far beyond what I remembered from my old memories.

And just as Momo pointed out, the city—enclosed within a circular wall—was further divided into three sections by additional walls.

“I mentioned before that Rigel is a hub for magic, magecraft, and magitech research, right? But the three leading factions are constantly at odds with each other.”
“Internal division, huh? I’m surprised the city hasn’t collapsed under that tension.”
“It’s only possible because we live in peaceful times. Plus, with two factions constantly keeping each other in check, the city’s actually quite safe.”
“A fragile peace. If any one of those factions gets too ambitious, things will turn ugly fast.”
“Master, explain it in a way I can understand!”
“Three lions, each eyeing the food on the others’ plates.”
“Ohh, I get it!”

Whatever happened to the city’s balance didn’t concern us as outsiders, but I at least hoped things would stay peaceful until we finished our business here.

That said, as long as we didn’t stand out too much, I doubted any of the factions would go out of their way to involve us…

“……I have a bad feeling about this.”
“…? Master, is there something on my face?”

Glancing at the troublemaker standing beside me with her usual clueless expression, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of resignation toward the inevitable chaos that awaited us.

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“Lady Roche, welcome to Rigel! Thank you for making the long journey here!”
“Spare me the formalities. Start unloading immediately—we’ve brought additional potions to replenish your stock.”
“Understood! Right away!”

As the airship landed at the designated spot, a group of Ascles followers living in this city stood in formation to welcome the Saint.

Their numbers were fewer than those in Aldebaran, but the overall quality of their magic power was noticeably higher.

It made sense—being divided into three factions and constantly competing had sharpened their individual skills.

“Master, what is a potion?”
“An elixir that revitalizes depleted magic power. They probably need them for healing spells.”

A shortage of magic power needed for treating patients was unacceptable in any medical setting. For Ascles, whose doctrine revolved around saving lives, having an ample supply was only natural.

I had checked the stock before arrival—there were few impurities, making them quite high-quality potions. But the fact that they needed this many meant the number of injured people was just as high.

“Father! The Thuru bunch are brawling in the main street again!”
“Those damn electric rats, at it again?! Knock them all out and drag them in! I don’t care if they break ten or twenty bones in the process!!”
“T-That’s… quite violent.”

“They’re a rival sect, yet you’re still going to treat them? Wouldn’t it be easier to just leave them?”
“Ascles’ teachings command us to heal the wounded and sick without discrimination. Besides, isn’t this the perfect opportunity to get some information?”
“That may be true, but…”
“Well then, let’s invite them in. Koutei.”
“At once!”

The golem, who had been assisting with the unloading, immediately dashed off upon hearing the Saint’s call.

“Then, This one shall leave Lady Roche in your hands!”
“She’ll be fine. I doubt even throwing her into a volcano would kill her.”
“I don’t think I can last more than five minutes there.”
“So you would last five minutes…”

✦✧✦✧✦

“As ordered, This one has captured them!”
“Ngghh!! To think I could not break free from this lump of steel—what a disgrace!!”
“But that body! Hardened and refined Tamahagane… Are you carrying a tiny dragon on your shoulder?!”
“…They’re intense.”
“Very intense.”

Dragged in while still bound in iron chains were two hulking men, both battered and bruised from what was clearly not just a brawl but a near-death struggle.

Their arms were bent at unnatural angles, their noses smashed out of place—it looked more like the aftermath of a battlefield than a street fight.

“Alright, alright, stay still while I heal you. Koutei, stabilize their fractures.”
“Understood.”
“Ghh!! To receive the charity of the feeble Ascles… Just kill me!!”
“Momo, I’m feeling an overwhelming urge to punch that guy in the face.”
“No, Master. Let’s be the bigger person.”

The sight of these wild, muscle-bound men thrashing against their chains was nothing short of unsightly.

Yet, as expected of the Saint, she worked swiftly and efficiently, turning the grotesque scene into a fully healed one in mere minutes.

“Treatment complete. The bones are still fragile, so avoid any strenuous activity.”
“This… Brother!!”
“Aye!! Now we can resume our fight to our heart’s content!!!”
“Ms. Roche, no! Stop! If you hit them with that blunt weapon, they’ll die!”
“I understand the urge, but hold back. We have questions for them, remember?”
“Questions, you say?! Then let these muscles answer them!!”

With that declaration, the two giants flexed, using nothing but their swelling muscles to snap the chains binding them.

At this point, their humanity was in serious question. Were all the Thuru members like this?!

“Our revered Thunder War God declares that strength is supreme!! In other words, muscles are everything!!!”
“…Is Babel malfunctioning? I have no idea what they’re saying.”
“In short, they are just throwing a tantrum and refusing to cooperate unless we prove our strength. If this one may…”
“This is a sacred church. I will not allow acts of violence.”
“Then how about an arm-wrestling match? I’ll borrow this crate!”

Momo effortlessly lifted an empty wooden crate from the unloaded cargo and dropped it with a heavy thud right in front of the muscleheads.

She then sat across from them, casually placing her elbow on the crate, her arm ready and waiting—practically inviting them to take her on.

“Oh? To think one among you knows of the Thuru Arm Deathmatch Ritual…!”
“My blood burns, Brother…!”
“Wait, is arm wrestling in this world that intense?”
“The idiots from Thuru just call it that. Momo, are you sure about this?”
“I dunno, but I’ll give it a shot! It’s way more peaceful than fighting!”

She probably hadn’t thought this through, but given her raw strength, it wasn’t exactly a reckless challenge.

If Thuru’s teachings truly revolved around strength being absolute, then proving superiority in a simple contest of power was the most straightforward way to handle them.

“Impressive power for one so small… Very well! I shall be your opponent, girl!”
“Thank you! If I win, you have to listen to Ms. Roche and the others, okay?”

The massive warrior confidently planted his elbow on the crate, his arm easily double the size of Momo’s.

And then—

—In mere seconds, both giants were effortlessly slammed down in defeat.

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