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They have all been stopped… Now, we'll be able to liberate technology.

Sinclair was repeatedly jabbing his spear into a dead Inquisitor. The corpse was mangled beyond recognition, its blood and organs spilling all over the floor.

Without hesitation.

Why didn't I let go earlier, Faust? I didn't need to bother trying to think or ponder so much when there was a clear answer laid right before me.

After stealing the key without my parents noticing, I took Kromer to the basement of my estate as I had promised. From there, she led me to a dirty air vent.

By the way, that story… It feels similar to what the regeneration ampule does, doesn't it? That rain that restores you to health…

It looked like Sinclair was the only one actually worried about Heathcliff. 🐣: Mister Heathcliff! Are you alright in there?

Good going…!

A-Ah! Agh…!

They're part of the terrorist organization? They don't really look like well-trained combatants…

I… I just got an upset stomach. Sorry.

I'll try my best not to hold you back.

My world had begun to change when my father's head was replaced with an unfamiliar contraption of steel, circuits, and wires. Our family breakfast no longer provided warmth and connection. It became an occasion of detachment where I talked less and less.

(⏰: Sinclair was trembling so badly that it'd be pitiful for anyone to witness.) (I could tell he was desperately trying to suppress his fear.)

…Huh. The fox… sometimes cries. Looking at the sky, howling for long… as if it's laying bare some kind of sorrow into the sky. It's not like I've talked to it, or learned anything about its past, but… every time I hear that sound, my heart aches so much.

000 The One Who Shall Grip — Uptie