Click.
At this mont, all color in the room suddenly vanished.
Everything fell into stillness; the faint sounds that had been in the air disappeared instantly.
Ti seed to have stopped.
After a brief pause of a few seconds, Old Stone's body, which had originally been punched into the ceiling, rapidly fell to the floor.
His falling posture was strange, not seeming like a free fall.
Old Stone's body curled up and then relaxed, suddenly floating backwards against gravity to lean against the wall, then rolling forward rapidly twice, making several odd poses. A few pieces of shattered cloth piled onto him, weaving into a robe, and he ultimately returned to the front of the room's door.
Not just him, the exploded robe, the collapsed tables and chairs, the destroyed room were also rapidly restoring. Dust settled, tables and chairs returned to their original state, wall bricks returned to the walls and ceiling.
It was like ti had reversed.
Even the attendant whose head had rotated 180 degrees stood up, his head rapidly rotating back 180 degrees in the opposite direction.
Only Samuel was unaffected, but he cooperated by silently getting up and sitting back in a chair himself.
I, who should be playing along with your performance, will pretend not to see~.
Click.
Color returned to the room, everything returned to normal, everything was as it was. Old Stone stood before the door, hand on the doorknob, seemingly preparing to push.
Old Stone was dazed for a mont, then sharply looked behind him.
Thump.
The attendant fell to the floor once again.
Although ti had been restored, the killed attendant seed to have rely returned to his initial posture, not restored to life.
This seed more like "restoration" than true ti reversal.
Old Stone's head lowered weakly, his hand on the doorknob clenched tightly.
He hadn't wanted to do anything at all, yet he had caused the death of two more people...
"Uh... hi~." A greeting voice sounded from behind him.
"What?" He jerked his head up and then saw Samuel waving at him.
"You... how did you..." His eyes widened, sowhat unable to believe that Samuel was standing up.
"Ah, it seems I just fainted earlier," Samuel blathered nonsense. "I saw this thing seems like a ti reversal sort of deal, can restore damaged stuff, but can't resurrect the dead."
"But I guess I was pretty lucky, just fainted, didn't die completely, so I was judged as 'sothing still alive' and got restored along with everything."
"Ah, so lucky, encountering sothing like this, I actually survived." Samuel showed a carefree expression. "Ah, as I expected, my stargazing last night revealing good luck today was real."
He was still maintaining his persona as a newly minted Stargazer.
"If you're not completely dead, you can co back to life..." Old Stone repeated in a low voice, his tone dry like sandpaper rubbing against wood.
There wasn't even the sll of blood in the air. He stared blankly at the corpse on the floor, lost in thought.
Old Stone stood there silently, hunched over, the ring finger of his left hand firmly pressed against the floor, supporting his slightly trembling body.
He really looked like an old man now.
If that's really how it is... then, suppose he hadn't resisted at all from the beginning, when the scene restored, could the attendant have co back to life?
Old Stone looked at the attendant's corpse not far away, his mind anything but calm, constantly thinking random thoughts.
He recalled everything that just happened:
The walls restored, tables and chairs returned to place, shattered cloth re-wove into a robe.
Except for the dead attendant.
Just now... to stall for ti, he wasted too much ti.
Not only did he fail to successfully wait for reinforcents, but he also got another person killed...
Yes, the cursed clan.
People of Calamity.
Wherever they go, tragedy follows.
Even a casual trading partner, just a chance encounter, would die a horrible death because of getting involved with him...
"Uh... I don't know what you're thinking, but I feel like you're going through so intense self-flagellation," Samuel spoke up, interrupting Old Stone's self-reproach.
"No matter what, this is the assassin's fault, right? How can you bla yourself for this?"
"I think you're pretty incredible too."
"Are you this world's Tokiomi Tohsaka?"
Old Stone opened his mouth, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
"It's good that you're okay..."
He shook his head, not knowing what else to say.
At that mont, Samuel raised a hand and pointed at his own throat.
"Voice, voice," he reminded with a smile. "You forgot to keep using that old man voice of yours."
Old Stone's voice now sounded a bit dry and hoarse, but there was no doubt one could tell he was just a young man under twenty.
This made Old Stone pause, because the current situation was a bit special. That series of events just now happened too fast, his disguise had long been completely disrupted.
"I..." Old Stone touched his throat.
"Mm, right, also, I saw your face too. Won't you need to silence ?" The smile on Samuel's face widened a few degrees as he said with a carefree expression.
Old Stone looked at Samuel, paused for a few seconds, then shook his head. "Just don't go around talking about it."
"Wow, you're the gentle type." Samuel asked curiously, "So, do you know why you were targeted?"
"I don't know." Old Stone's voice returned to the initial hoarse old man tone. He hunched his back, using the ring finger of his left hand as a cane propped on the ground.
He didn't know what 'gentle type' ant, nor did he know why he was targeted by the person earlier.
Old Stone's voice ca from under his hood, muffled.
He truly didn't know. That black-robed woman ca suddenly and left suddenly.
He wanted to say that the other party only took the treasure chest Samuel provided, but that felt like shifting bla.
"Ah, right, he took my treasure chest." Samuel clapped his hands together.
He picked up the Travel Guide and flipped through it with a rustling sound.
"What's the big deal, if he wanted it he could have just said so. It's not like it's so super valuable thing," Samuel said while flipping. "I only priced it at one 648, how expensive could it possibly be?"
"Ah, found it, this is the one." Samuel flipped to a page in the book.
[Item Introduction: Trashcan Brand Treasure Chest: A silver-gray flip-top trashcan with vertical indented stripes. A very standard and tidy trashcan; you always seem to feel sothing might pop out of it.]
[When will I ever get a gray little raccoon from a trashcan?]
"Here, this is it." Samuel casually took out a new Trashcan Brand Treasure Chest from the book.
"Here, I'll give you another one." Samuel handed the trashcan to Old Stone.
Old Stone reached out to take it, but a voice suddenly interrupted his action.
"Please wait a mont, both of you."
The door was pushed open, and a gentleman in a tailcoat walked in. "Since that lady took that item, I would advise against completing this transaction."
"Ah, it's Mister Pride." Samuel greeted with a smile, then pointed at the corpse on the floor. "But your security asures here don't seem great. Your own employee got assassinated right here."
The current scene was strange. In a secret room, there were only three people: two alive, one killed.
No matter how you looked at it, the one who did it could only be Samuel or Old Stone.
But Samuel looked completely relaxed.
"Yes," Mister Pride sighed. "I am very sorry for bringing you such a poor experience."
His apology sounded sincere. It seed he had no intention of interrogating the two people before him.
"What kind of apology is this? Don't you know you have to show your belly when apologizing?" Samuel put one hand on his hip.
"Huh? Wha... what?" Old Stone looked at Samuel with a shocked expression.
Wait, what are you even saying?
How dare you talk to a Law Contemplator like that?
"Ah, is that so?" Mister Pride raised his left hand to his chin, thinking seriously.
Wait, you can actually consider sothing like that? Old Stone was even more shocked.
"Indeed, when apologizing, one should indeed refer more to the victim's wishes." Mister Pride said seriously.
Wh... what?
Did I hit my head against the ceiling so hard I got stupid? Or, is this actually so illusion world?
Old Stone was even more shocked.
"So then, what's your thought?" Samuel pressed.
He's actually pushing his luck now!
"Ah, that's fine."
He agreed!
"This really isn't sothing worth being shocked about." Mister Pride turned his head and said gently to Old Stone beside him. "No matter what, this is better than demanding compensation of high value."
"Ah, Mister Pride is really not prideful at all." Samuel joked with a smile, having sohow already left his spot and now standing before Mister Pride. "It's gap moe."
When did you get over there!
"How could that be? I am quite prideful." Mister Pride answered with a smile. "So, shall we look now?"
Uh, this is actually offering a way out, right... Anyone with a bit of emotional intelligence should say they'll look another day...
"Really? Then let's look now."
Take the way out when it's offered!
"Sure."
He actually agreed!
As he spoke, Mister Pride casually lifted the hem of his tailcoat, then moved aside the tucked-in shirt, revealing his stomach.
"Look, look," Mister Pride said while moving the shirt aside. "By the way, I have abs. Pretty impressive ones."
He's really looking!
This is too absurd!
He even brags about his abs?
Has this world really gone bad?
Old Stone felt his worldview collapsing.
Powerful, mysterious, terrifying—these were the adjectives he rembered for Law Contemplators.
But now those images seed completely shattered.
Although Mister Pride was easy to talk to, being this easy to talk to was just too ridiculous.
Samuel glanced at Old Stone, giving him a friendly smile, then spoke to Mister Pride.
"He's a bit overly surprised."
"Indeed."
"Although he acts mature, he's actually still a kid, right?"
"Actually, he overacted a bit with the maturity, pretending to be an old man."
The two were still conversing as if it were perfectly normal. Old Stone felt his worldview crumbling even more.
After straightening his clothes, Mister Pride said with a smile, "But speaking of which, although I look relatively young, I am actually a hundred-year-old man. So even if seen, I don't feel particularly at a loss."
"Not quite right. I feel your attitude is more like 'showing your belly to a little cat or dog doesn't require any shyness at all.'"
How dare you say everything that cos to mind!
"Ah, discovered."
Such a flat tone... he's not angry at all...
"By the way, Mister Pride, can I know your na?" Samuel asked, withdrawing his gaze.
"Hmm? Why would you want to know my na?" Mister Pride rested his chin on one hand.
"Oh, because I want to use Mister Pride's na to go out and swindle people." Samuel answered.
Huh?
Old Stone felt his brain had crashed.
"Oh?" Mister Pride was taken aback for a second, then chuckled lightly. "Is that so? That's truly an honor."
Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Mister Pride gently placed his white-gloved right hand on his chest.
"However, there's really no reason not to say it."
"I've always called myself 'Mister Pride' only because I dislike facing unnecessary adulation and flattery that makes
uncomfortable."
"But your temperant suits my taste. I believe you won't change your attitude towards
excessively because of a na."
He showed a gentle smile.
"My na is Wyatt."
"Wyatt Odius."
…………
Upon hearing the na, Samuel imdiately confird it was his real na.
Because the mont he heard the na, the archive section of the Travel Guide also updated.
Right in front of Mister Pride, Samuel opened that *The Lunatic's World Travel Guide* and flipped to the archive section at the back.
[Madman File: 003.]
[Na: Wyatt Odius]
[Appearance: Outwardly appears as a middle-aged man with golden hair who usually prefers to wear formal tailcoats, with long hair flowing over his shoulders. Features are delicate and amiable, with regular facial features. Habitually wears a top hat.]
[Law tendency: Fallacy, Absurdity]
[Law: Pride]
[Law Marks: Actor, Clown, Performance Artist, Prisoner, Gambler, Madman]
[Law Rhys: Absurd Perforr, Self-Contradictor, Overlooker]
[Status: Law Contemplator]
[Description: An elder of the previous generation of the Odius family, the elder brother (?) of the contemporary King Odius. Holds a pivotal position in this country. Although he usually goes by his title when dealing with outsiders, he does not conceal his face. He dislikes aningless praise, but most people who can truly recognize his face possess a certain status or strength, and probably wouldn't praise him excessively. As his Law states, he is a sufficiently prideful man. But he never looks down on others, because only the incompetent need to belittle others to gain status. His attitude towards everyone is consistent: humble, gentle, polite, because no one is qualified for him to treat differently, and even less is anyone qualified for him to lower his pride and deliberately target.]
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