"Are you leaving?" Percival looked at Anno, who was not wearing his white armor but only ordinary clothes, a strange look in his eyes.
Come to think of it, this seemed to be the first time he had seen Anno without that set of white armor. In Percival's impression, Anno was the sort of person who would turn his plate armor into chainmail and wear it even while sleeping. Now—
Anno wore his usual stony expression, but since his face was always stern, Percival could not tell anything from it.
Anno roughly understood why Percival found it strange, because he found it strange as well.
Being without his white armor really felt bizarre.
It was a habit Anno had maintained for more than fifty years. He had only taken off his white armor a handful of times, and usually put it back on immediately. This was the first time he had gone two or three days without wearing it.
But that was not the root cause of his bad mood.
He glanced sideways at Robin Goodfellow, who stood beside him and was still yawning.
The "shock" this half-fairy had brought him was still making him feel somewhat unwell.
After composing himself, Anno nodded at Percival. "I will continue searching for a way to resolve this Singularity. That is also why I asked Miss Robin to find a way to let me move about freely."
"Then I leave it to you, Sir Anno." Percival bowed slightly.
Anno said nothing more. He merely patted Percival on the shoulder, then turned and headed south.
Robin Goodfellow smiled happily behind Anno.
She had long thought that someone with Anno's personality would have a very amusing reaction if she addressed him that way. As expected, it had been exactly so when she tried it.
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