The Author's POV

'I kind of understand why those in power always like to have a window behind their office.'

I felt my shoulders drop and my body loosen up as I stood at the window and looked down at Ashton City.

Staring at the city that was once again filled with people, I found myself relaxing. The view… It wasn't so different from the world I just came from.

"Haa..."

I inevitably let out a sigh. Even though the view was beautiful, I couldn't help but feel a rush of a variety of different emotions whenever I thought about the one responsible for making this whole thing possible.

'Are you really finding that everyone is forgetting about you, Kevin?'

It rubbed me the wrong way a little bit that everyone was going about their day, celebrating the peace, and yet they had no idea who it was that made it this way. What irritated me the most was the fact that I was getting all of the credits that were supposed to belong to Kevin.

Things weren't supposed to go this way...

I unknowingly found myself clenching my fist tightly. If… If there was a way to make everyone remember… I'd do it.

Ding―!

[Here's the information you've asked me to look for. I don't think I've missed anything out. If that's not enough, give me a message and I'll see what I can do.]

"As expected, Ryan's the best."

The message was attached to a small file, and when I opened it, I discovered that it contained a great deal of information along with a number of pictures. They were incredibly detailed and contained all the information I could possibly want.

He was indeed someone whom I personally recruited.

'...If only Smallsnake was still here.'

I felt my mood plummet thinking about him. If there was anyone else who was good at getting information, it'd be him.

To Tok―!

It was then that someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

I sat myself back down in my chair.

"Did you call for me?"

A lethargic figure walked in. After entering the office, he took a quick survey of his surroundings before finding a seat in one of the chairs that were directly across from mine.

"Liam, It's nice to see that you were able to get here without a problem."

"Huh?"

He cocked his head to the side, confused.

"Was there supposed to be a problem?"

"…You say this when you can't even remember where the mercenary headquarters are."

times before

had a

"…"

hand against my forehead.

"Anyways…"

while taking a closer look

I was looking for or by

wrong? Why are you looking

I looked at him, the more certain I became of my

expected… It really was the

"Ren?"

"Hm?"

that point that I finally became aware that Liam was standing in front of me, waving his hand in front of my face,

"What are you doing?"

something wrong with you

Sit

seat, I rubbed the underside of my chin and lightly tapped my finger

about it, the more it makes

"Liam."

out his

He cocked his head.

"Yes?"

have found the reason

could respond, I extended

should've realized it long

extent of the Laws that are placed within

***

Swoosh―!

practiced her swordplay with two short swords. Whenever she swung her blade, strands of her hair would fly into the air and land on her face, where they would

she'd been at it, but it was only when she

"Haaa…haaa…"

burned with each

'I feel empty.'

it had

is wrong with

about that emptiness, the more she felt it turn

Pain?

She wasn't sure.

something else. She

"Fuck. I hate this."

short swords, she stood up and resumed practice. It was the only thing that helped her ease her mind away

Swoosh―! Swoosh―!

short swords pierced through the air as her figure danced across the training grounds. Wherever she

extremely so. Leaving behind afterimages of herself as she stabbed, slashed, and pierced through the air. Holding her breath, she increased the pace continuously.

pain was what helped

lasted for

Clank―!

weapons to the floor, Emma grabbed her shirt