“Repeating this several times will allow you to overcome most fears. But you must be cautious. Fear is what triggers the survival instinct. If it becomes completely paralyzed, then you will be unable to recognize even the most obvious of dangers. You must be able to distinguish between them.”
“…T-though I am being rude, Sebas-sama, what are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“T-that bloodlust wasn’t something that a normal person could give off. Just who…”
“At the moment, I am simply an old man who is confident in his skills.”
Climb could not take his eyes off of Sebas’ smiling face. Although he seemed to be smiling gently, it also looked like the fearsome smile of an overwhelming power greatly surpassing Gazef.
He was an existence that may even be stronger than Gazef, the strongest warrior in the surrounding countries.
—Climb decided that his curiosity was satisfied with just that. He felt that no good would come from digging any deeper.
However, the one thing that burned in his mind was the question of just who this old man named Sebas actually was. He even considered the possibility that he was one of the thirteen heroes from the past.
“Then let us try it once mo—.”
“—W-wait! I have a question!”
The frightened voice of a man sounded from behind, cutting off Sebas’ words.
Part 4
Lower Fire Month (9th Month), Day 3, 9:42
Brain stepped out of Gazef’s residence.
He looked over his shoulder and memorized its exterior so that he could find his way back. He couldn’t remember what it looked like back when Gazef had dragged him here; his mind had been a bit hazy from hypothermia.
He at least knew the location of Gazef’s house because he had planned to pay him a visit in order to challenge him to a fight. However, since he only heard of it through word of mouth, there was a small error in the information.
“That roof doesn’t have no damn sword stuck in it.”
He closely observed the house while cursing the informant who gave him the wrong information. It was much smaller when compared to the houses that nobles lived in. If one had to compare, the house looked as if a decently wealthy citizen could live in it. Regardless, it was more than enough for three people: Gazef and the old couple working as live-in servants.
Committing it to memory, Brain resumed his walk.
He was not heading to any destination in particular.
He no longer wanted to go around looking for magic items, weapons, or armor.
“What should I do…”
His muttering disappeared into empty space.
It wouldn’t matter even if he were to just go off somewhere and disappear. Even now, his mind was strongly drawn to that idea.
Although he searched his heart for what he wanted to do, he only found an empty hole in its place. Not even the ashes of his shattered goal remained.
So then why—.
Looking down, the katana was in his right hand. Underneath his clothes, he was wearing his chain shirt.
The reason that he was gripping this katana before he arrived at the capital was fear. Even if he knew that it would do nothing to the monster called Shalltear who blocked his attack at full power with the nail of her pinky, the anxiety of being without it was too much for him to bear.
Then why was he still holding it? It wouldn’t have mattered even if he left it behind. As expected, was it because he was nervous?
Thinking it over, Brain tilted his head.
No.
However, as to what emotion prompted him to bring his katana with him, no answer came.
Brain walked while remembering the capital from back when he visited it for the first time. While buildings like the palace and the Magician’s guild were unchanged, he spotted many buildings that were new. As Brain tried to enjoy the gap in his memory, there was a commotion further down the road.
He frowned at the commotion. The sound coming from in front of him was filled with the sharp feeling of violence.
As he was about to turn to take a different path, his eyes became drawn to an old man. The old man looked as if he was slipping through the crowd as he headed deeper inside.
“…W-what? What are those movements?”
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