There's no need to obey. But again, what if something breaks out? If it is indeed life-threatening, cheap decisions should be rejected.

Master Calcirasto is anxious somewhere. How does an element of uncertainty stir people up? I go down the boulevard ignoring the direction of my white fingers. Oh, my God, it's nothing. That's a rare finger, not at all.

"Maricana!

"To?"

The lid on the manhole, which was badly noised and aging, broke. It's damaged. Yeah, I'm fine. Oh, Lord Calcirust has saved my life. The princess held me. The black manhole lid falls apart. Landing. Safe. I picked up my life.