The Author's POV

Chapter 96

"..."

Well, I somehow managed to recover from the mental damage I received earlier

...but as if the fact that my little sister couldn't pronounce my name was enough—I suddenly found myself on the same train as Emma.

Yeah.

Emma Roshfield, one of the main protagonists and daughter of the Mayor of Ashton city.

Sigh.

To make things worse, she was now sitting next to me with both of her eyes closed. Seemingly asleep.

It felt as if I was sitting on needles.

"...Huuuuuam"

"shut up"

An hour into the train ride, I couldn't help but yawn. But to Emma, who was sitting next to me, my seemingly quiet yawn instantly caused a reaction from her

The reason for her outburst was most likely due to the fact that she was looking for an excuse to pick a fight with me from the very beginning.

...and as soon as she saw the opportunity, she shot back at me.

I guess she still held a grudge against me for what I did to Jin...couldn't blame her though. I'd show a similar reaction if I found one of my friends suddenly being held by the throat. Not that I had any...mhhh maybe Smallsnake, but in all honesty I'd probably laugh first.

Briefly glancing at her, rolling my eyes I retorted.

"What?"

"That's your eighth yawn"

"You counted?"

Who in the world would count how many times someone yawned? That's not normal.

"I can tell what you're thinking. No. I don't have the habit of counting when someone yawns...but it's different when every time you yawn you stretch and nudge all the way over to my side"

Ah.

Make sense.

That indeed sounded like something I would do.

"Sorry"

"...you should be"

Since I was in the wrong, I rightfully apologized. But after hearing her response, I started regretting it.

In the end, I didn't say anything else and just leaned back on my chair. Wasn't worth the hassle...that was my original train of thought, however, as the train ride continued, I couldn't help but frown.

Noticing my change in attitude, Emma angrily asked

"...what?"

originally planned to ignore her and wait for the train to smoothly arrive at the Lock after noticing her grumpy

why are you

any of your

unbothered by her sharp response,

didn't forget,

"Forget what?"

was suppressing herself from lashing out at me. Pretending to be oblivious to it,

owe me

"…"

shut. She was at a loss for words. No matter how much she wanted to rebuke, no

that and this

guess your life is only worth that much...fair

"Ghhh...fine!"

only angrily stomp

like Amanda didn't like to owe others favors, and thus after I reminded her of the fact that I had saved her life, she could only lower her head in defeat.

do you want to

once

are you taking the

my question seemed random and intrusive, there was a

Emma was rich.

Emma Roshfield was filthy rich. So rich that she could probably buy my parent's guild a hundred times over with her

didn't have to take the train to

father was, there was no way that she would be allowed to take a train to the Lock. Moreover, as I looked around her, she didn't have any bodyguards around

something that her

if my hunch was correct, this meant

currently not in Ashton city and my uncle

."I see..."

As I suspected.

she said, my ears picked up an important piece of

me to take the train back to the

she didn't go into detail, I already knew who

Theodore Roshfield.

command in the Roshfield household,

antagonist of the Emma route. The route which causes her to fall in

calculations, shouldn't have started till a further two months from now. A month

the timeline

again

question this time

was something beyond my grasp manipulating the story from

it perhaps be the one who sent

was their

train ride, I sat in my seat immersed in my own thoughts. Completely forgetting about the fact that Emma

...

are you looking at those

was just

files. As he

channel

have officially declared a guild war against Bull's Wrath. Although

"…so it was you"

looking like that of a twelve-year-old, his eyes and expression had

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