Lynn said nothing. He still lay on the bamboo chair, holding his book, his eyes turned toward the Hunched Old Man.
He watched him for a long time.
Only then did he close the book.
He adjusted his Monocle, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"A Great Lord? One of those two? So you came to tell me all this to persuade me to calmly accept his awakening inside me?"
"Fine. As you wish, I accept. I can't fight back anyway, so I'll do whatever you say. Is that good enough now?"
He closed his eyes.
Resting his head comfortably on his arms, he wore an utterly relaxed expression as he leisurely rocked the bamboo chair.
The old man stood outside the fence, leaning on his cane. He looked at Lynn and said:
"I'll say what I said before, child."
"Sometimes, the way out of a trap lies within it. She has waited too long, so long that almost nothing remains but obsession. And obsession can make someone do many wrong things. Sometimes, even when she knows she is wrong, she will force herself to keep going."
"If you truly want to escape your fate... you should look back on the past that has been hidden away."
Lynn frowned.
But when he turned to look at the old man again, he had already vanished.
Inside the Mage Tower.
The books before Lynn, books he could not understand, were reflected in his eyes. He looked around the room, which had not been cleaned in a long time. It was empty, desolate, and lonely.
He stayed in the Mage Tower for a long while.
Then he pushed open the door.
He stepped into the Back Courtyard.
It was a garden filled with countless white flower buds. Like moonlight, they swayed