Sometimes… I wonder if the sword is wielding me and not the other way around. I sometimes lose myself and get too aggressive, even during a friendly spar.

Maybe… they're talking about the animals in the lab… I think?

🐣: So when you called him a B**ch Brother… 🚬: I meant that he can be a real Bitch to get rid of once you piss him off.

Wait, that reminds me… Where's the… keycard?

Days without contracts were always so peaceful. Chatting about the day-to-day goings-on with my master while sipping on a cup of ssanghwa-cha. Worrying about our next month's rent with my seonbae, who should be here any minute.

As if that wasn't enough, it looked eager to devour me and nourish its flesh. Even if I couldn't hear it, I could tell. …It wasn't the first time I saw that kind of gaze.

It's okay… Let's, let's try again.

→ I was careful about it, worried that it might go wrong… But then the ribbon expanded all of a sudden and wrapped Hong Lu. Because of me, he… → I'm all okay, Sinclair~ It was a unique and fun experience!

Since we haven't come across any other entrances on our way down… I guess the only place they could be coming from is the basement.

This way!

Umm… Did we make it? I'm so relieved.

🐣: Oh no… Are you… 🐣: …giving us a chance to come up with our own answers first?! Of course, Faust did not confirm nor deny his question, but Sinclair was perfectly capable of interpreting her silence in his own fashion.

Are people of the City… not allowed to do anything on behalf of others?

Have you ever been afraid of dreaming? …I wish I were like you.

Sometimes I get hand tremors… I hope that doesn't make me look like a coward.

(⏰: It wouldn't be the first time Sinclair has died. Whenever he bit the dust, I made sure to bring him back.) (But today, he's newly asking for my understanding. He looked determined to confront them directly even if it means he'll die again and again.)

What's… a B**ch Brother…?

It looked like Sinclair was the only one actually worried about Heathcliff. 🐣: Mister Heathcliff! Are you alright in there?

There's a lot of paperwork to be done. Hopefully we can take care of this process before the sun goes down… Let's hurry.

…No one's going to cry on behalf of my sorrow. At the end of the day, this pain is my responsibility to bear. Because it is an indelible stigma.

Where did the wheels go? We'll need them again once we're done with U Corp's District…

I… I don't have anything to say. If someone that important to me died… I'd be blinded and deafened to all reason, too…

(It would be wise to have someone else take the child's E.G.O off before it corrodes him further, but it doesn't look like the organization he belongs to will be eager to do so considering the excellent compatibility and results he's been showing.)

🐣: But there is an unsavory part to sleep, isn't there? It's… 🎠: Yes. It is much like death. Yet it distinguishes itself in ways that matter. 🐣: You want to dream.

Although his words seemed to radiate warmth… I felt a certain chill, like biting into the cold insides of a half-cooked turkey… I couldn't help but fall unconscious again.

🐣: You bastards! Sinclair stood against them at the forefront. But, that hammer might be too big for Sinclair's weapon to stop.

🐣: …Th, thank you very much… (⏰: Sinclair stood up with a pained moan and bowed to me before waddling back to his seat.)

T-Thank you, Captain Outis!

I grow more anxious with each boastful story my classmates tell. What can I share? Their expecting eyes pointed at me felt like they could turn into scoffing leers at any moment.

I won't hesitate…!

I learned it in school, uh… what was it again? Like a counterweight on a lever… Well… it didn't work, though. All it managed to do was to break my halberd in half.

Well, there's no way for us to know now, but… I wonder if lightning actually hurts this Abnormality. Or… maybe having its electricity taken away hurt more.

Oh… You wanna hear my music? Hmm… I'll shake something out, if you insist.

🐣: Got it. I'll do it. Sinclair sprinted to where the Inquisitors were alongside the other Sinners. (Sinclair gained 30 SP!) (Don Quixote gained 10 SP!)

👻: To Sinclair. Have you noticed any suspicious individuals entering the territory? 🐣: Uh… that's uh… 👻: Don Quixote is advancing… somewhere. 🐣: T–That's, uh, she thought some people were tailing our client, so she said we should follow them.

(Cameo) Lobotomy E.G.O:: Sloshing Ishmael

Huh? Manager, where did you go? Is this some kind of prank?

Our town was called… "The Holy Site of Nest K's Prosthetic Industry". Most of the residents worked in manufacturing high-end prosthesis components. Kromer has been keeping an eye on our town for a long time.

…I wonder what's going to happen to Aeng-du or Bamboo-hatted Kim?

I don't think there's anything wrong with wishing safety for everyone. It's just that it's… impossible. It's the City. We can't even protect the people we love.