"Mr. Diket?" Red Leaf looked surprised at the Knight who suddenly started talking to himself, not understanding what he meant.
What happened thirty years ago, what battles occurred here, he spoke as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
The deep, quiet corridors, the elderly knight's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear. He seemed to have not heard Red Leaf's question, his footsteps rustled forward, stopping in a dark spot:
"I had retreated to this place, while Miss Misu had been pushed to the other side—"
"Miss Misu, who is that, Mr. Diket? What are you talking about? I didn't know before this, that someone had been here in the Phantom Realm."
Diket still spoke to himself, "Dragon Worshippers came from all directions, surrounding us. I raised my sword to confront them, but it was knocked away."
Red Leaf finally sensed a hint of suspicion.