Brain Unglaus, a man who gave his all to the sword, could not even reach her feet. She was an existence of absolute strength, a monster among monsters with an appearance as if all the beauty of this world was concentrated in one place. She was a being that possessed true power.
Just imagining it felt as if terror was piercing his entire body.
Ensnared by the fear of that monster chasing him, he fled all the way to the capital with almost no sleep or rest. The fear of Shalltear appearing before him while he slept, of her clawing through the darkness as he ran on the road... he was dominated by that uneasiness and moved without getting a decent night of sleep.
Although the reason he fled to the capital was because he hoped that a place with many people would allow him to hide amongst them, even he himself did not expect that the terrifying ordeal of his escape would exhaust his mind to the point where he would seek his own death.
It could also be said that his meeting with Gazef was also outside of his expectations. Perhaps the small hope that Gazef would be able to do something for him caused Brain to subconsciously turn his feet in his direction. The answer was unknown.
“What am I to do now…”
There was nothing.
In his open hand, there was nothing.
He turned his eyes to his equipment resting in the corner of the room.
The katana that he obtained to defeat Gazef Stronoff, but what good would it do even if he were to beat him? With the knowledge of an existence that was tremendously more powerful than he, what meaning was there in their insignificant bickering?
“Maybe I should work the fields… at least that might still mean something.”
As he laughed bitterly at himself, Brain felt someone’s presence standing outside the door.
“Unglaus, I see you’re awake.”
The voice belonged to the master of the house.
“Yeah, I’m up, Stronoff.”
The door opened and Gazef stepped inside. He was securely wearing his equipment.
“You were sleeping quite well. I was surprised.”
“Yeah, thanks to you. Sorry.”
“Don’t mind it. But I must now be off for the palace. Tell me what happened to you when I return.”
“…It’s a gruesome story. You might end up like me.”
“Still, I have to hear it. Perhaps a drink will make it easier to listen… Until then, treat this as your own home and make yourself comfortable. For meals or anything else you may need, ask the house servants and it will be prepared. And if you wish to go into the city… do you have money?”
“…I don’t… but if need be I’ll just sell the item on my hand.”
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