The final chapter of the first volume of Young Roselle told of Roselle returning to his hometown after completing his training to take part in a martial tournament held by his fiancée's family.
However, the story came to an abrupt halt just as he fought his way through the rounds, stepped into the ring with his final opponent, and drew his longsword.
"Matilda, watch closely. This strike is going to look amazing!"
That was the very last line of the book.
How could he describe the feeling?
It was simply outrageous!
Finishing it left him only half-satisfied, as though he were missing that final, most important breath.
You cliffhanger-loving bastard-I'm never buying another one of your books. As Klein offered these polite greetings inwardly, he walked toward a hired carriage by the road. "Bridge Borough, Bravehearts Bar."
Meanwhile, on Iris Street in Hillston District, which bordered Cherwood Borough, Lorry rubbed his slightly sore nose and gave the same address.
"Bridge Borough, Bravehearts Bar."
"Right you are!" the driver answered, then cracked his whip.
The carriage slowly began to move.
"Sir, can you communicate with me directly on a mental level?" Lorry asked politely in his mind.
Soon, an aged voice sounded in his head. "Of course.
"I can simulate all the abilities of a Hypnotist and the Sequences below it."
A Hypnotist-then could I ask it to check whether there's anything wrong with my mind? An idea struck Lorry, and he immediately catered to its tastes. "Sir, which pathway does Hypnotist belong to?"
He actually knew the answer.
But over the past few days of interaction, Lorry had discovered a major trait of the Curse of Knowledge: it loved playing the teacher and enjoyed being asked questions.
Of course, the prerequisite was that it acknowledged your intelligence.
Otherwise, all that