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."

blinked a couple of times before leaning back on

a

"…"

my hand against my forehead. As

"Anyways…"

while taking a closer look at

how long I was looking for

Why are you looking at

observe him. The longer I looked at him, the more certain I became of my assumption, and I noticed that my mood

It really was

"Ren?"

"Hm?"

Liam was standing in front of me, waving his hand in front of

"What are you doing?"

thought there was something wrong with you

fine. Sit back

seat, I rubbed the underside of my chin and

think about it, the more it makes

"Liam."

out his

He cocked his head.

"Yes?"

think I may have found the reason

I extended my hand in

should've realized

the extent of the Laws that are placed within your

***

Swoosh―!

Emma practiced her swordplay with two short swords. Whenever she swung her blade, strands of her hair would fly into the air and

wasn't sure for how long she'd been at it, but it was only

"Haaa…haaa…"

chest burned

'I feel empty.'

was unable to shake this feeling, but it had been plaguing her for the past few days, and she couldn't figure out how to

wrong

emptiness, the more she felt

Pain?

She wasn't sure.

or something else. She just

"Fuck. I hate this."

and resumed practice. It was the

Swoosh―! Swoosh―!

through the air as her figure danced across the training grounds. Wherever she went, the sound of wind slicing

herself as she stabbed, slashed, and pierced through the air. Holding her breath, she increased the pace continuously.

was in a state where the pain was what helped her relieve that 'feeling'. She looked forward

only lasted for five minutes,

Clank―!

the floor, Emma