Arena Twenty Nine: A New Start XIX

"Hm... The Tower Of Babel is intervening, huh..."

Alfred mumbled from inside his glass capsule as he lay there silently. I nodded to his words before speaking again.

"Quite strongly, even. At first, it sped up the time for us and then it mutated the Titan."

"I hadn't kept a watch on Stigma at that time, so I can't really say anything... Christopher, did you not know about the Titan?"

Alfred looked at his descendant, who shook his head politely.

"I did not, Great Ancestor. If I had known about this phantom, I would have postponed the trial in the first place."

"... Hm..."

Alfred still seemed sceptical of the whole situation, but he turned away and dropped the accusation nonetheless.

I warily watched over his reaction to my story as I held my breath.

I hadn't told him about the Regalia we had used, or that I had been able to use Arthur despite not being an Elliot.