If arguing was pointless, then when people thought something was wrong with you, you might as well make sure they were right.
"Are you sure?"
As the Sage declared that they wouldn't abandon anyone, not only Scrooge and the others but the two remaining members of the Round Card reacted with disbelief.
Left Hand before them not only behaved abnormally, but was now disabled. From any angle, he seemed to have no value at all.
"Of course."
The Sage showed no intention of explaining further, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Take their things. We should get going."
"Okay."
Ess was the first to respond. She tossed a Golden Belt from her hand to the Round Card, then glanced at the Sage, seeking his opinion.
"What about Left Hand's gloves?"
Her meaning was clear: should they take off the gloves to avoid unnecessary risks?
"Is that really necessary? Then you wouldn't know what to call me."
Before the Sage could answer, Left Hand, standing there, suddenly spoke.
Blood had already streamed down half his face, but it didn't seem to have affected his hearing. He even cracked a joke.
"Fair point."
The Sage gave a low chuckle into the silence that followed the joke.
"Let's keep calling him Left Hand."
"...Should we treat him, then?"
The atmosphere seemed to be growing increasingly strange. Ess hesitated, looking at the two eyeballs lying on the ground.
"No need. I don't think he needs it."
The Sage shook his head.
"Isn't that right, Left Hand?"
"That's right. I feel great right now. This is the proper way to enter the Society's sanctuary."
The latter answered without hesitation.
"Then there's no question. Let's go."
The Sage gestured to the Round Card.
Nobody spoke. Guided by the Sage, the exploration team made its