I was walking with my hands on the wall as if to fix my swinging gaze.
The very best Leonard was saying. It was, like, hanging out with a pretty shop.
Naturally, there is no such thing as a system for me, but I have been drunk as I am told.
"Damn, I have a head..."
Walking forward was also almost difficult.
Move forward while still supporting your body that is about to fall.
That's how I finally got home after the struggle.
"... I'm home"
The time has already passed.
I told her that I had snuck home, trying not to wake the three of them who would already be asleep.
There was already no light in the house and the only light was a slight lantern fire on the table in the centre of the store.
I look at someone stuck at that desk with an indeterminate gaze.
"Somebody, are you there?
I approach the presence and sit down in a nearby chair.
Getting that close, I finally realized that its presence was Karen.
"... Karen. Wake up. I'd catch a cold if I slept here."
I shake my body and try to wake her, but nothing happens.
On the contrary, you feel at peace with the shaking of that body, putting unspoken sleep words out of your mouth.
There was nothing more to do with me when this happened, so I lifted her light body and stood up to carry her to her room.
"... sober"
That's when she crushed her chest and opened her sleeping eyes.
I smiled when I saw her like that.
"I'm sorry. I've been drinking."
"...... hmm. It was."
"Oh well. I'm sorry about that. Well, let's go to your room."
"Yeah."
I climb up the stairs and put her to bed in Karen's room.
As I put the futon on, she grabbed my hand.
"What has Lazareth done today?
"Me? I... I'm not making a big deal out of this."
"Yes, but he seems very happy"
"... you can't hide it. Oh, I'm really, really glad something happened."
I met someone who wouldn't resent me as a wise man.
I met someone who needed my presence.
I was found my own place.
I could put my feelings into words.
"Is Lazareth happy now?
"Oh. I'm happy. Awesome, happy. Finally..."
Spin words there.
More than that, I think I'll be talking all the time.
I put my hand on her head and stroke Sarah's hair to rinse.
As it was, she narrowed her eyes as she tickled and was left to be.
... yet, not everything has been solved.
The presence of Bettenburg or of Sylvia. The future of the Sage's Act. Isel and the future of the Sophias.
But still, I felt like all of that was moving forward for me right now.
"... n"
That's what she says all of a sudden, take my hand.
... hands that have been shaken off before.
But I can take it now.
"... thanks"
"Huh?"
"Thank you, Karen. I'm not running anymore."
――――
The sound of a knock sounds.
At the same time, a soft male voice echoed inside the room.
"Excuse me. May I come in?
"Hmm? Oh, fine, but you..."
A middle-aged man who was inside turns to the door.
From the open door a young man in a mask appeared, and the moonlight illuminated his appearance.
"... oh. I see. I had some interesting visitors."
"It's a boulder. I didn't know you'd already find out who I am."
"Because I'm not going to be that busy. Hey. So, what can I do for you?
"No, I'm just here to thank you for saving him, so I won't let you have time. She's apparently too excited to control herself anymore."
"Oh, I see. Damn, isn't she a little too strong? I finally got away with it."
"Oh, be modest. She liked your skill a lot, didn't she? I want to play again."
"Joke. Plus, she wouldn't talk, would she?
"I can't talk. Still, if you look in the eye, you'll see."
"Boulder, you're the captain of the famous Fang."
"Thank you"
Scratching his gray-haired crossed head, the man smiles at him as does the young man who took that face from the front.
Between those two, they were surrounded by a warm atmosphere somewhere like old friends.
"Again...... It's been a while, Mr. Nicolai. I've given you many thanks for your help."
"From me, it's the first time (...) and (...) and (...) what?"
"... and at the same time, they almost killed me."
"That's mutual, isn't it, Wolf?
When Nicolai laughs sarcastically, the young man known as the wolf laughs similarly.
"Ha. For a moment I was in a hurry wondering if my name would be called."
"" Me, "right. Does the year change to a single person?
"Yes, because a sincere response is what the captain of the mercenary unit knows."
"Is that all?
"... and to hide my identity"
Did you get satisfaction from revealing inside his belly, Nikolai gets out of bed and sits in a nearby chair.
Then he spoke out.
"I wasn't expecting you to come out. Is there something so hard to survive in this world?
"... Yep. Hard to say, pretty much."
"The journey. Is he involved?
"I can't say that. Because it will interfere with future events."
"Still stiff head"
"Didn't you know that, too?
"Oh. Exactly."
"... but if I were to say just one thing, there's only one 'extra favor' trying to work behind it"
"Take extra care,"
"Yep. Well, I'll take care of that, so this is fine...... More about the Raven movement."
"Raven."
Nicolai frowns.
After seeing such a trend in him, he spoke out after a while.
"Yeah. Raven, it's not the two of us. About one more person, we have a collaborator. And the other."
"The point is, are you two real?
"No, can I say the other one is cooperating... But the other one is quite troublesome."
"Trouble, you mean?
"I'm losing a lot of memory right now, but I'm one of those with connections to the brave.... If I get my memories back, I'm sure we 're-"
"Oops. You don't sound like a wolf, do you, weak voice? 'Fangs' that kill 'ravens' that exchange against the world. Isn't that you guys?
"... Yep. Excuse me."
After a deep nod, the wolf turned his attention to the moonlight spilling out of the window.
"We couldn't save thousands of worlds. But we're not going to give up yet."
"That's how it goes. Come on, you should get up. You (...) are also (...), (...) entrusted (...) with (...) a person (...) a person (...) of (...)?"
"Yeah. Well, I'm with this. Please continue surveillance."
"Oh. Lucky for each other, if you will."
The wolf stood up and turned his back, while at the same time responding to the word by raising one hand.
After leaving Nicolai's house, he keeps walking down the paved night path.
Words spill out of his mouth in the path of no one.
"Clock tower…?"
A building that can be described as a symbol of this city, rising to the back of his brain.
He sat on a bench in a position where the building was well visible and looked at the needle in the clock tower.
Announce the end of him.
I pushed his (world) beginnings back.
"... shall we end it"
So he snapped, and stood up, and vanished into the night.