"..."

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?"

planned to ignore her and wait for the train to smoothly arrive at the Lock after noticing her grumpy mood, but a thought suddenly occurred to me. Glancing

you

any of your

her sharp response,

forget, did

"Forget what?"

was covered in thorns. Almost as if she was suppressing herself from lashing

owe me

"…"

she 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

and this

your life is only worth that

"Ghhh...fine!"

only angrily stomp her feet on

to owe others favors, and thus after I reminded her of the fact that I had saved her life,

do you want to

inwardly, once again,

you taking

intrusive, there was a

Emma was rich.

me rephrase. Emma Roshfield was filthy rich. So rich that she could probably

to take the train

way that she would be allowed to take a train to the Lock. Moreover, as

that her father would

if my hunch was correct, this meant one

not in Ashton city and my uncle told me

."I see..."

As I suspected.

she said, my ears picked up an important piece of

not in Ashton city' and 'Uncle told me to take the train back to the

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

Theodore Roshfield.

second in command in the Roshfield household, and Emma's illegitimate

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

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

that the timeline has

help but once again realize that the plotline had been

real question this

beyond my grasp manipulating the

one

so, what was their goal, and why

remainder of the train ride, I sat in my seat immersed in my own thoughts. Completely forgetting about the fact that Emma was sitting next

...

why are you

was just

young boy was carefully looking through a stack of files. As he read through the files, his eyes couldn't help but wander towards

news channel

two major gold-graded guilds, have officially declared a guild war against Bull's Wrath. Although the reason for the sudden war is unknown, sources say that it has to do

"…so it was you"

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

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