As much as he wanted to joke about it, walking on the streets had become quite a hard thing to do. As if he just took a stroll, he would have to engage in combat with the many people of the Second Ring who wish to kill him.
Even when wearing his cloak, even more if wearing his mask, he still got recognized, the only reason being the perfection of this world. No one else walked around fully covered, especially with a fool's mask.
But in times like these, he needed to take a break from everything. He had already killed eight of the thirteen Knights. And had also taken his revenge. They were big achievements, but they had also done great damage to his body and mental health.
He remembered the day he killed the fisherman, the day he killed only by his little code. How much he wanted to go back, but there was no way, not after everything he had done. Many have lost their lives because of him, more than he could count.
