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?"

arrive at the Lock after noticing her grumpy mood, but a thought suddenly occurred to me. Glancing at her, I

are you taking

any of your

her sharp response,

didn't forget, did

"Forget what?"

in thorns. Almost as if she was suppressing herself from lashing out at me. Pretending to be oblivious

you owe

"…"

still looked angry, her mouth couldn't help but shut. She was at a loss for words. No matter how much she wanted to rebuke, no words came out of her mouth.

and

guess your life is only

"Ghhh...fine!"

could only angrily stomp her feet on the

favors, and thus after I reminded her of the fact

do you

once

are you taking

random and intrusive, there was a

Emma was rich.

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

meant that she didn't have to take the train to

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

that her father would

was

is currently not in Ashton city and my uncle told me to take the train

."I see..."

As I suspected.

she said, my ears picked up an important piece of

in Ashton city' and 'Uncle told me to take the train back to

into detail, I already knew who

Theodore Roshfield.

in command in the

antagonist of the Emma route. The route which

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

the timeline has

again realize that

real question

it my fault or was something beyond my grasp manipulating

be the one who

what was their goal,

train ride, I sat in my seat immersed in my own

...

you looking at

was just

rundown apartment, a young boy was carefully looking through a stack of files. As he read

news channel

Northern district, Sword of Light and Luxious, two major gold-graded guilds, have officially declared a guild war against Bull's Wrath. Although the reason for the

"…so it was you"

like that of a twelve-year-old, his eyes and expression had no resemblance to that of a

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