Thus, the wise strive for light - to start over with a life in different worlds

Morning is here.

The sky from the window is so cloudy that it can be said that the blue sky is covered by clouds.

It's also neat in my head why.

It's as if the pigeon that's been eroding me has cleared up.

I push the man who messed with me down from above my body yesterday, open the window and take in the air.

... There's only one bed in this room for some reason, so I decided to sleep with him, but I don't know how many times I've been dropped out of bed by Alba's sleeping minister.

Besides, I couldn't even flatter myself for sleeping well last night because of the snoring noise.

Nevertheless, you can't always sleep indolently in a futon like a toddler.

... No, my body is actually a toddler though.

I open the door to the room and walk out into the hallway.

... Is there no one there yet? Unnaturally quiet.

Since the sun is starting to climb, it shouldn't be strange to be awake alone.

"... for now, wash your face"

It's obvious because I just woke up, but my head is blurry and I can't think of anything.

On the contrary, I'm still going to fall in the hallway and fall asleep.

I grab onto the railing, step by step, carefully down the stairs, in the well at the end of the door next to the counter, pump up a bucket of water and wash my face.

Cold water cools down to the core of his face, making his blurry head rapidly clear.

"... your throat is dry too"

I pump the water back in the bucket again, shudder with my hands and drink up the water.

That's when I heard voices scattered yesterday from behind.

"Oh, Mr. Lazareth! Early in the morning."

"That's what Mr. Alice is. Good morning."

"Well, that's a professional pattern. If you don't get up early, your prey will wake up, so you'll wear it naturally."

"When you say prey, do you mean the animal Mr. Alba was talking about yesterday or something?

"Right. Aruba says it like it used to, but it's actually still going on. Well, if you ask me."

"Does Mr. Alba know about that?

"Come on? We don't talk about each other's work. It's just work stupidity and fights."

Alice's expression to say so was just a little strange, as if talking about her troubled brother.

"You're close."

"Do I look that way?

"Yeah, very"

"... but I guess that could be said to you and Sophia, too?

... Shit.

Mouth their relationship, there will always come a counter that said this.

Hi, I'm vulnerable to these rushes.

"Speaking of which, what's wrong with Sophia?

"Oh, I'm still sleeping in my room. I was in my room earlier, and I heard your footsteps."

"Is that also a professional pattern?

"Yeah, I am. But you, shouldn't we go down the stairs a little more carefully? It'd be tough if you fell in a hurry, wouldn't it?

"... what?

... What are you talking about?

I went down carefully, step by step.

Besides, I wasn't turning my head until earlier, when I couldn't get off without a railing.

"... Mr. Alice. Let's go to Sofia right away."

"What's the matter, suddenly"

"Please calm down and listen. I walked down the stairs carefully. Use the railings, carefully."

"Huh?"

I pick up a falling stick of wood and use hardening magic.

This is all I have now because I left my dagger in my room.

Plus, even if it was a mistake, I can make excuses at kids' games.

That's when, behind my back... I mean, I could hear voices coming from places where no one was supposed to be.

"Before you do that, let me ask you an answer to my question"

"... Huh?

"Don't worry, I'm not hostile"

Looking back, a man featuring red-haired glasses was staring at this one.

From its eyes, it intersects with simple anger, mixed with intent to kill.

I instinctively point the bar at him like that.

"... wise man, you think I can defeat you to that extent?

"You won't be able to defeat me. But you're not hostile."

"No, but if you're witches, I'll tell you something."

"It's an ultimatum. Be one of us, wise man."

"... tell me before you do. What's your purpose?

"Destroy this world and be ours. That's all."

... From that look on his face, I can't read anything.

From the end of the lens, keep staring at me with angry eyes.

"... I'm not a wise man. It's Lazares-Mercius."

"You're not gonna override that word, are you?

"Oh. If I were one of you here, wouldn't you be willing to let everyone get away here?

"Whatever. My aim is an ultimatum against you. If it was destroyed."

"Lazareth, you will disappear."

The man swings his sword down against me about the length of his back he took out of somewhere.

I also put a stick in place to prevent it, but I can't stand the weight of my sword and I get cracks in the stick.

"Boulders are wise men. Nice response."

"... who are you. There was no one like you in the world I was in."

"You should know. It wasn't enough for you."

... The man's tone is seemingly chilling, but angry at every word.

I don't know. When did I get mad at him?

But a little or softly, this anger is unexplainable.

A stick of wood that takes a man's rambling fat muscles all by itself.

But it also didn't take the wrath of a man and cut him in two.