The next evening, Roland went out alone for once.
Although he had told Mana and the others that he was going to find a reliable fortune-teller, unfortunately, they had little interest in their own futures.
That was understandable for people like Mana and Shiki, but even Fujino showed little interest.
I am Lord Roland's property, so in terms of the bonds of fate, Lord Roland and I are one, aren't we? As long as I know that, there is no need to know the future.
Hearing such an outrageous declaration from a middle schooler left Roland speechless for a while, and he simply decided to go out alone for the first time in ages.
The nighttime streets of Mifune City were filled with soft, warm light.
Among the streams of people coming and going, plenty still walked along minding their own business, but compared to the bustle and indifference of the daytime, the crowds were noticeably livelier.
For this old city, perhaps nighttime was its true face. After all, besides danger, tranquility and indulgence were also part of the night.
"Hmm... looking at it this way, the people of Mifune City are much bolder than Fuyuki's residents."
Roland walked with the crowd, making the observation with a teasing air.
Yesterday's casualties from the gas explosion at the Ogawa Apartment had made the local news, leaving the police stations swamped. Instead, this had cracked down on the thugs lurking in the alleys, making the nighttime crowds noticeably larger than in previous days. It could only be called an unexpected bonus.
Faced with a similar disaster, Fuyuki's residents had reacted much more strongly, essentially calling it a day as soon as night fell.
Still, Roland could understand why. After all, Fuyuki still had people doing their jobs. Whether it was the Church