might have been an innate reaction of the body inherited from the original owner, the former Cale Hanitus, but the current Cale was able to understand the language of this world and had no problem reading and enjoying the book. A smile appeared on the young man's face as he continued his conversation with Bylos, who stood there with an expressionless face.
Choi Han clicked his tongue in irritation. This transmigrator had been much luckier than he had been when moving to a new world. Instead of decades of loneliness among monsters, he had been met with a soft bed, money, and some kind of status in society. Where he had to persistently learn to understand a language foreign to him, the other had no problems at all. Where he had to fight every day and night to gain strength, the other just had to feed a damn tree. Heck, this guy, unlike him, at least knew exactly where he was. Was there even justice in this world?
- Don't let anyone read this book so that I can take it every time I come.
This was indeed the act of an immature son of a count, who tried to monopolize someone else's property. Bilos, the bastard of a wealthy merchant guild, might not like it, but what could he do? Cale was the son of a count.
- Yes! I'll hold this book for Young Master Cale!
However, Belos' answer was different from what Cale expected to hear. Belos smiled brightly as he invited the Count's son to return again.
- Please come again. I will be waiting for you.
- Of course, anything is possible.
Cale didn't want to go, but he had no choice. He had to meet Choi Han.
"Has the merchant's instinct eclipsed the instinct of self-preservation?"
But after some thought, they came to the conclusion that Cale had done nothing wrong and had paid generously.
*Ding!*
The bell rang again and the inside of the tea shop became much louder as soon as Cale stepped over the threshold and left the place.
Cale was walking down one of the streets.
"If you think about it, he really is a unique person."
Typically in martial arts fantasies and novels, the lowlife from a rich family usually hangs out with gangsters or bad company. They drink, cheat women, and cause a ruckus on the streets and in various establishments.
The funny thing was that Cale Hanitus actually hated gangsters and crooks. In fact, he despised them.
"He thought they were all just scumbags."
The scumbags were the worst. It was better to be a citizen who worked hard, even though he saw no hope for a better future.
That's why he never hit ordinary people, even when he was drunk, but he didn't hold back when he pounced on gangsters on sight. Well, at least he tried, because his aim was terrible when the young man was drunk.
Perhaps this was the main reason...
The Old Young Master was becoming increasingly interesting to the onlookers. Everyone was looking at the only people who knew him.
Bikros didn't have much contact with him due to being busy in the kitchen, but Ron was his servant.
"My job was to keep an eye on him at the estate. As you can see, I didn't accompany him on his 'walks.'
How interesting.
- Ike, Young Master, are you here?
The owner of the bar was very afraid of Cale, and this was precisely because Cale, wanting to drink, once broke almost everything here. In fact, Cale was probably number one on the blacklist of all the bars in Western City.
He didn't respond to the owner's greeting and simply threw a gold coin on the counter.
- Bring me a bottle of my usual wine. Oh, and some fried chicken breast, just not too salty.
- Excuse me? But don't you want to find a place first?
Cale frowned. The owner immediately waved his hand and bowed his head.
- Immediately! I'll bring everything immediately!
The owner moved very quickly, but there seemed to be a smile on his lips. This was because Cale had no plans to stay in the bar. Cale looked around the room, where everyone had gone silent as soon as he entered. Everyone avoided his gaze and turned their heads. They seemed to be wondering why he had to choose this particular establishment out of all the similar ones in their city. And not least of all, all the thugs and crooks who had settled in the bar were nervous.
*Tsk*
The sound of Cale clicking his tongue could be heard in the ringing silence of the bar.
- Young Master, here is the bottle you asked for.
"Big".
Cale grabbed the bottle and the bag of chicken. It was alcohol that he often drank. It was probably the most expensive alcohol in this bar. The young man accepted the bottle without regret and left the bar.
Rosalyn, who was still amused by all the interactions the Young Master had with the world, thought about it and said:
- He adapts very quickly. Using a minimum of information, he takes advantage of every advantage he can.
Everyone noted this to themselves.
He immediately opened the bottle and drank about half of it before he even left the bar.
- Oh...
The alcohol was quite strong. Since Cale had a high resistance to the effects of alcohol, it did not affect the boy at all, even after he drank half a bottle in one gulp. He only blushed slightly, making people think that the boy was slightly drunk.
Apparently, the shocking bombs will not stop falling on them anytime soon.
- Hoo... This humble servant did not know about this.
If Ron thought that his young puppy owner couldn't surprise him anymore, he was wrong. He also wondered how he managed to slip under the old killer's heightened senses. The puppy, although he drank almost daily, consumed a reasonable amount of alcohol. Well, enough to think that he was really drunk. If half a bottle of strong alcohol in one gulp only made him blush, then 4-5 in a day could not turn him into an uncontrollable troublemaker. Which meant that it was a pretense. And, he was ready to admit it, the pretense was masterful. The puppy beat him. Such talent, and he did not notice. Or was he simply not looking?
Choi Han had only one thought in his head: could the real Cale have been sober that day? And if he had been, why had he said such mean things? Beating a drunk teenager half to death was one thing, but beating someone who was fully aware of what he was saying was another. In fact, in the second case, Cale had less of an excuse for his behavior. Perhaps he was used to complete impunity. But it also seemed less and less like the actions of a spoiled child the more he thought about it. The man had taken all the blows and stood firm in his convictions, no matter how much he beat him. He hadn't called for help or even tried to defend himself. It was as if he was proving something to himself. Choi Han didn't consider himself a fool; he was a pretty smart guy. With all the details coming to light, he already realized that the real Cale had been hiding a lot from everyone else. That didn't necessarily make him a good person. But he was definitely not who everyone thought he was.
It made you think. What was he hiding and why? Why such intolerance towards a village he had nothing to do with? Or did he? Could he know something about it that others didn't?
The prince and the ancient dragon, meanwhile, silently applauded the guy. A couple of bottles, and the whole country would believe in what he wanted everyone to believe.
Who are you, Cale Hanitus?
Cale walked quickly, clutching the bottle in his hand.
He passed by the tea shop where he had spent the entire day when he saw the guards tense up at the sight of the young man. Seeing this behavior, Cale wanted to walk through the doors, but unfortunately, he had other plans.
"Ah, I'm getting hot."
Cale felt himself warming up as he continued to drink. He walked a little further until he reached the city wall nearby. The high city wall that extended from the gate seemed to keep out any potential intruders.
"Well, it all depends on the person."
Cale recalled the information from the pages of the novel:
[About a hundred steps from the city gates.]
This was the place where Choi Han jumped over the city wall. Cale clutched the bottle in his hand and quickly ran to the right place. There were few people on the streets because it was a residential area.
Having roughly compared the walls of the capital with the walls on the screen in front of him, Alberu decided that it would be a good idea to increase patrols not only along the capital walls, but also directly on them.
Cale took a deep breath when he found himself in the right place.
Exactly a hundred paces from the city gates. It was the corner of a residential area, so there was no light around except for the lantern that the guards lit at the top of the wall, and the lights shining from the windows of the houses.
But the light was enough. Cale slowly approached his destination, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness.
"As I expected."
He saw something moving under the city wall. There were actually quite a few creatures there.
The gentle creatures were shaking from the night chill that had set in. Cale continued moving towards the designated place, hearing the voices of these rustling creatures.
- Meow... Meow...
Two cats meowed, curled up under the city wall. Cale began to smile.
The sword master smiled slightly. He remembered those kittens. He would have been glad to feed them, but he himself had nothing.
But Eruhaben noticed that he had already seen this color combination today.
"It's right here."
He found the right spot. The moment Choi Han jumped over the wall, a kitten, who had been kicked by the alpha male next door, would be sent flying. Choi Han would quickly spin in the air to avoid landing on the kitten. It was a world where coincidences played a big role.
"He's a really good guy."
Everyone looked at the black-haired not-quite-teenager. It was a very sweet gesture. Especially for someone who would later beat a man half to death. Although a kitten is not an annoying nobleman, you can't argue with that.
In response to the looks, he for some reason became embarrassed and scratched the back of his head with his hand.
Choi Han twisted his ankle after landing awkwardly to avoid hurting a kitten. He ran like crazy to reach Western City, killing dozens of people the first time and burying the bodies of the villagers. His body reached its limit, which is why he was unable to land properly after such a twist in the air.
- Meow... Meow!
Cale looked at the kitten who was curled up and shaking, and the other kitten who seemed to be his brother, who was now licking the kitten who was shaking in fear. Then he turned his gaze to his target.
"I found him."
The man, who was wincing in pain, looked like one of the homeless people who lived in the local slums. Cale saw tousled black hair and old clothes, burnt in places.
According to the novel, Cale and Choi Han were supposed to meet tomorrow. Today was the night Cale got the scar on his side. Things were already different from the novel, although these were only minor details.
The dragon continued to brush the thought aside, but it became more and more persistent.
Cale stopped and crouched down to look at the kittens. Choi Han must have felt his gaze directed at him a few moments ago,
"Damn it, I'm shaking."
Cale felt like his heart was literally going crazy.
Although it was too dark to see clearly, Choi Han's eyes, which Cale saw through his tangled hair, were very cold.
After the black-haired man was finally shown closer, everyone shuddered when they saw his eyes. Even he himself, but mostly from surprise. It was very strange to see himself from the outside.
"And it's not very pleasant."
Choi Han was forced to admit.
Cale thought it was a good idea to have a drink.
The young man congratulated himself on making such a smart decision and began to calm down. It was working. He needed to make the first move to leave a good first impression.
Cale took a deep breath before speaking to Choi Han, who continued to stare at him.
- You look hungry.
*Tsk tsk* Cale clicked his tongue and pulled out a piece of chicken from the bag. Then, with an extremely gentle motion, Cale offered the chicken not to Choi Han, but to the kittens.
- A?
- What?
— Is he kidding me?
If anyone were to look at them now, they would see question marks floating above their heads.
- You poor things... Go and eat...
Cale knew the kittens were very small, but he still hoped that they would be able to eat the chicken breast. *Tsk* He clicked his tongue and then began tearing the chicken breast into pieces so that the kittens could eat it more easily.
He wondered why the hell he was huddled here feeding these kittens.
— The thought that he himself doesn't know why he's doing this is somehow calming, to be honest.
And again nods.
To be honest, Cale didn't like cats. However, Choi Han was protective of the small animals.
*Shhhhh! Shhhhhh!*
The injured kitten must have realized that Cale didn't like cats because it showed its teeth and started hissing, but Cale started stroking the kitten's silver fur, looking into its golden eyes. It seemed that the little one didn't like it because the kitten did everything it could to avoid the boy's hand.
- You are poor, eat this and get well as quickly as possible.
He didn't even look at Choi Han when he spoke, but Cale thought that the protagonist was definitely looking at him.
— Do you have somewhere to go?
He didn't hear a response. However, Cale continued to speak. The guards patrolling this area would soon appear, and he needed to make his move before Choi Han started limping out of here, trying to avoid the guards.
— Or a place to live?
Cale petted the silver kitten with golden eyes and pushed away the orange kitten that tried to attack the boy when he asked the question. The orange kitten was still trying to hit Cale. Its golden eyes, which matched its brother's eyes, shone brightly even in the darkness.
"You poor bastard, no one is attacking you. Pet the other kitten already."
But Cale needed to focus on Choi Han.
- Are you hungry?
There was still no answer. Cale continued to wait.
Choi Han was probably watching him now, but he also definitely wanted to rest.
His body and mind had reached their limits. He had also suffered a huge shock the other day. For someone like Choi Han, who lived in isolation, with no contact with people other than the people in that small village. Western City was completely foreign to him. Choi Han might have lived for decades, but he was still young.
Cale wasn't wrong, really. Choi Han himself knew that no matter how long he actually lived, he was actually behind his peers in many ways. Decades of solitude had a way of doing that to people.
- You're still not going to say anything?
— ... Why are you talking to me?
Choi Han finally seemed to have decided that Cale was a weakling.
Putting himself in his own place, God, he thought that yes, most likely, that was how it was.
Cale was weak enough that the protagonist could easily kill him even though he was already at his limit. That's why Choi Han felt that it would be good to accept Cale's good will, even though he himself had no idea why this strange guy would decide to treat him well.
Cale stood up and walked towards Choi Han. The guards will arrive at this location soon.
- Hello.
As he approached, he could see the main character. His hair was disheveled. However, perhaps because Choi Han was the main character, his eyes were still clear. The black hair and black pupils clearly showed that Choi Han was Korean, and he was also quite good looking. That was why Cale smiled as he casually talked to Choi Han.
- Follow me. I'll feed you.
The best first impression can be made by someone who offers delicious food.
— The last comment raises concerns.
Eruhaben shook his head.
- Why, Uncle Goldie?
The black dragon turned to his older comrade and tilted his head inquiringly in a charming manner.
"Who's 'Uncle Goldie' here?" the adult dragon could hardly believe what he heard.
The black dragon looked at him with an expression on his face that read in big letters, "it's obvious."course you are! You are an adult, and you are all gold. So you are Uncle Goldie! So what did you mean, Uncle Goldie?
Eruhaben opened and closed his mouth for a while, either recovering from shock or choosing his words, but he finally pulled himself together and said:
- First of all, I'm Eruhaben, little one. Not Uncle Goldie. And secondly, I have a sneaking suspicion that someone once made a similar impression on him. And if you remember that he's an orphan, that's a warning sign.
There was more sense in the golden-haired elf's words than he would like to admit.
The sword master, in turn, noted the differences in the first two meetings and tried to understand what differences this could lead to. First of all, in himself.
And was he really so scary that he had to pretend to be a good person who fed kittens to avoid being beaten? He frowned.
Choi Han stopped leaning against the wall and pushed his body forward.
He was leaning to the left, probably because his right ankle was injured, but Cale didn't help the protagonist or say anything about it. He had no reason to treat him any better than he was doing now.
Cale told Choi Han to follow him, heading towards the Count's estate. However, one annoying creature blocked his path.
- Meeeeeeeeeeee!
A ginger kitten with golden eyes ran up to Cale and rubbed itself against his shoes. Cale frowned. He didn't like cats, but this one seemed pretty cute. Still, he felt a chill run through his body and turned around. Choi Han was looking at the boy.
"Crap!"
Cale awkwardly began to pet the kitten.
"It finally dawned on him."
- You seem to like me, but I have to go. See you next time.
Cale had never understood why people talked to animals. But now that he was the one who talked to animals, he quickly stood up and walked away from the kitten.
- Rrrrrrrrr!
The silver kitten with golden eyes growled as if telling the ginger kitten to come back and telling Cale to get lost. The ginger kitten didn't seem to want to come back as he kept looking at Cale as he walked away, calling him back. But Cale didn't come back.
- Meow! Meow!
The sad cries became more and more distant, Cale looked back. Choi Han was wheezing, but did not leave the boy.
Their eyes met again. Cale winced and turned back. He walked slowly to ease Choi Han's pain.
— Am I really that scary?
Everyone pretended to be deaf.
They passed a residential area, and the count's son took another sip of alcohol.
Bars. Market. Square. Then they found themselves in the area of rich residences and finally arrived at the count's estate, located in the rear of the city.
- What are you doing?
Cale glanced at Choi Han, who had stopped moving. The protagonist of the novel must have seen how the soldiers greeted his escort, as well as how the citizens avoided him on the way here.
Choi Han must have seriously wondered if it would really be easy to kill Cale.
There was a clear question in the eyes of the roommates.
- No, my leg probably hurts more!
Cale turned to him again:
- You're not going?
As expected, Choi Han resumed his movement. His reason for following Cale was probably to obtain some information and also to arrange for the funeral of the Harris residents.
- M... Young Master?
As soon as Cale stopped at the main entrance of the estate, the guards and knights greeted him stutteringly.
"*Sigh* I wish they would stop repeating 'Young Master' already!"
It was strange to hear them stumble over their words every time. Since he had the body of a nobody, he tried his best to act like the old Cale. It was easier to be a Young Master than a noble Young Master. He tried to make his life as easy as possible. Cale frowned as the guards finally opened the gate after struggling with their stutter.
- Please come here.
Cale turned to look at Choi Han. The others also looked at the Young Master's companion. They were probably curious about the beggar who was following their master. The knights looked at Choi Han with suspicion in their eyes.
- Follow me.
Choi Han had to worry about Cale's status. He continued to limp as he approached his guide. Cale looked calm and turned around as soon as he saw Choi Han, who was following him, enter the gate.
But his heart was literally going crazy.
"I'm sure he's thinking about taking me hostage if something dangerous happens. That's probably why he was standing behind me the whole time."
As soon as he noticed that the eyes were directed at him again, he practically screamed:
- That's not true! Why would I think that? He didn't do anything to me. I wouldn't take anyone hostage!
You wouldn't, would you? He was confused. The way Cale described him seemed like him, but it also didn't.
Choi Han blushed and covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his embarrassment. He wanted to get lost in the forest again.
Not for long.
Cale was confident that Choi Han would not kill him. However, just thinking about being a hostage was enough to cause severe mental stress, causing the young man to frown as he looked at the two knights who followed them.
- Don't follow me.
"This is the strangest person I've ever met in my entire thousand-year life."
The knights flinched at Cale's clear voice. They looked between the Young Master and the ragged beggar before one of the knights approached Choi Han and Cale with a cruel expression.
The knights cared more about their creed. This was appropriate, if we speak about those knights who guarded Deruta.
"Well, I think they have to act like that to be good knights."
Cale was satisfied with the knight's reaction to this beggarly stranger and left him alone, allowing him to follow him. He simply led Choi Han to the entrance of the Count's residence.
- Young Master, you have returned.
— ... Yes, Ron...
That scary old man. He was waiting for Cale outside the door. The young man didn't expect him to actually wait. Cale was scared, but he thought it was for the best.
Alberu shuddered again.
Ron's gaze turned to Choi Han, and his soft smile suddenly froze.
"Ron must be at the level where a person can appreciate Choi Han's strength."
Choi Han also stared at Ron. Cale didn't care what kind of eye attacks they were sending each other and did what he needed to do. He wasn't done yet.
- Follow me.
Cale called Choi Han again and walked inside. Servant Ron quickly followed his master.
- Young Master, what's going on? I'll take care of this guest if you say so.
- There is no need.
Ron was becoming more and more interested. He should have felt the aura surrounding the ragged guest by now. Their first meeting had not gone as it had in that world. He was looking forward to the continuation.
Someone approached Cale as Ron spoke.
- Young Master. You returned today after drinking.
It was the deputy butler, Hans.
"Oh yeah, he's responsible for me."
Cale clicked his tongue and ignored Hans's statement. Instead, he raised the bottle of alcohol and pointed it at Hans. And at that moment...
- Aaaaaah!
Hans covered his face with both hands, curling up. And then silence filled the air.
— *Tsk*
Cale clicked his tongue and Hans looked up, flushed with embarrassment as he looked up at Cale.
— Put it aside.
- Y-yes...
Hans accepted the bottle of alcohol from Cale's hands with a blank expression on his face.
"I can look at this forever."
Rosaleen could hardly contain herself.
- Next time I'll actually throw it at you.
Hans turned pale at Cale's words. Although the latter seemed completely unconcerned about what was happening, because he continued walking. With Hans's addition, his accompanying group expanded to four people.
Cale looked back often to make sure they were all following him until he reached his destination.
Kitchen number two. Cale opened the door as soon as he saw the sign.
- Young Master?
He heard Hans's confused voice. However, there was a wide smile on Cale's face. The end was near.
The smile suited the Young Master, that was an undeniable fact. But since he had been wearing a stoic expression all day, they didn't immediately realize what they had seen.
Meanwhile, Bikros looked at his kitchen in surprise. He didn't expect the redhead to try to get rid of them SO quickly.
Now Bikros and Choi Han will meet. Cale's heart beat fast in his chest. The door opened easily. Cale's gaze focused on what was happening in front of the door.
*Clang-clang*
Second Chef Bikros smiled as he sharpened his blade. He seemed to be enjoying the action, sharpening his blade all alone in kitchen number two. However, his smile disappeared as soon as he saw Cale.
Seriously, Alberu had been fully and completely supporting this Cale in his quest to get rid of these guys. As if it was just yesterday. Personally, he thought they were far more terrifying than the enraged swordsman.
That's why Cale was scared. It's always scary dealing with mental patients. You never know what kind of crazy things a lunatic can do.
"Mentally ill?"
Bikros froze. What was so strange about him keeping his inventory in order? It was absolutely normal. There was nothing wrong with that.
Ron continued to smile kindly. He would have a lot of fun with this puppy before he left. He would. He knew himself.
Cale took a step before Bikros could say anything. He placed his hand on Choi Han's shoulder and nodded towards him.
- Give him something to eat.Give him something to eat.
"Excuse me?" Bikros asked, his expression frozen. The sharp blade in his hand shone, reflecting the light.
Cale calmed his trembling heart, then repeated again:
- Give him something to eat. He's hungry.
- Ho!
A shocked gasp came from the knight behind him, but Cale simply ignored it. He waited anxiously for Bikros's answer. Finally, the cook answered with a stony expression:
- I will do as you wish, Young Master.
Made.
Bikros and Choi Han, and even Ron, who wasn't part of the original plan. Now these three were connected.
A bright smile appeared on Cale's face. He could finally relax, so he gave another order to Bikros, but in a slightly higher tone:
- Prepare something for me too. I'm hungry too.
Cale thought about the steak he had had for dinner last night.
- Your steak yesterday was excellent. You are a great chef.
The tip of Bikros' knife trembled slightly.
- Something like this steak would make a wonderful meal. Get it ready quickly.
The rumbling in the chef's chest resumed.
Cale turned around without waiting for Bikros to answer. He then walked out of the kitchen and headed towards his room. The knight and Hans followed him, and Hans quickly asked,
- What should I do with this guest?
- Yes, perhaps he is my guest. So take care of him.
Since he had tied up those three, he didn't want to deal with anything else today.
Bikros and Ron should be able to sense Choi Han's power. In the novel, Bikros originally swore his loyalty to Choi Han because of the latter's power, so he should have sworn his loyalty after figuring out Choi Han's power this time too. Of course, Cale had other plans in the event that Bikros failed to detect Choi Han's power.
All Cale had to do was have Choi Han beat up someone or something, but without the strategist himself. Oh, and Bikros had to be there to see it.
"A brilliant plan. As reliable as a weather forecast, if I understand correctly," the prince sighed.
Rosalyn and Vitira were just having fun.
Even if there might be some holes in his planning, Cale thought of many options.
- Hans, stop annoying me and just bring the food to my room when it's ready.
As expected, Ron didn't follow him. Cale left the knight and Hans outside the room, then closed the door and lay down on the bed. He was happy. His exhaustion and the alcohol he'd drunk had done their job, and so the boy fell asleep before the food arrived.
That's why he didn't know that Bikros' kitchen knife was aimed at Choi Han's neck, and Ron's sharp dagger was thrown at the youth's heart. Of course, both attacks failed.
Although, in reality, it was a situation that no one else knew about except the three people involved.
The image disappeared and the wall returned to normal.
Everyone turned to look at the three heroes of the kitchen party.
Ron still had the same creepy smile, Bikros was stoically staring ahead, and Choi Han was looking anywhere but at people.
Judging by their reaction, they were not surprised by the altercation that occurred and refused to comment.
After a long awkward moment, the crown prince clapped his hands and drew attention to himself.
— It looks like the second fragment is finished. Let's discuss what we learned from it.
Eruhaben, who finally caught up with the thought on the twenty-fifth circle, sighed and said:
- I don't understand this man's actions.
- Goldie-uncle?
- Eruhaben, baby.
He sighed heavily again and continued:
- I don't understand why he got involved in this? He didn't need to interfere.
- What do you mean?
- In order to avoid a beating, which is what he wants most, he didn't have to go meet Choi Han. He didn't have to do anything for that. He was already going to the Count's estate, am I right?
Choi Han nodded. He needed to tell the Territory Lord what had happened.
"I understand why he didn't intervene in the morning. He most likely wanted to make sure that the events described in the book were happening here too. Choi Han's arrival at the gate on the appointed day is a very good landmark. And if he had intervened in the morning, it would have been suspicious from the guards' point of view.
So far it sounded logical.
- But then it all gets weird. All he had to do to avoid being beaten up was nothing. He was heading to the estate anyway. It's hard to get past the head butler, so they would have met anyway. At the very least, he could have followed the script and simply not insulted the villagers. At the very most, he could have stayed in the room and simply stayed out of his sight. But he went and helped. And he got on his nerves quite a bit. So why?
No one had an answer. It was an interesting point of view.
— Maybe he just wanted to personally make sure that everything went right?
- It is possible. But every step he takes away from history increases the chance of changing it.
"Well, I guess we'll find out one way or another where this is going. The scene in the kitchen didn't seem very encouraging.
Choi Han covered his eyes with his hand again. The forest. Silence. No people. No stares. Grace.
And why are they looking at him anyway? He's the victim there. He was just defending himself. It wasn't even really him! Aaaaaaah.
- Okay. We'll leave this guy's weirdness for later. I think we'll get to know him better and better.
"Whether we like it or not," His Highness sighed to himself.
— We have learned the location of an ancient power and one potential ally, Bylos. That's all, I think?
"Choi Han likes small, cute animals," Rosalyn added with a smile. "Maybe it's important that they bring it up."
If Choi Han could have melted into the chair, he would have done so. But he could not shrink any further.
The prince was sure that Rosaline was a devil at heart and he had to be careful with her.
— There was no particularly important knowledge about future events in this fragment. The only thing that can be noted is that Choi Han and Bilos will meet in the capital in the third volume. But this gives us little. We do not know the time frame.
After thinking for a bit, everyone agreed with this too.
Vitira threw back her long blue hair and asked:
-Then if that's all, shall we continue watching?
Everyone looked up.
There were no comments from the fog this time, but the wall began to melt again.