As he moved forward, the armor on his body fell off one by one, clattering to the ground, revealing the scarred body beneath.
He silently sat down beside 042, leaning against the wall together.
"Is it all done?" 042 asked.
"Yeah." He replied, "The out-of-control Demon Hunters have all been dealt with, they are now just bodies not yet cold."
"What should we do next?" 042 asked again.
The man was silent for a long time, then smiled.
"Just like we planned before, head to Ingwig, head to Old Dunling, Florence is in chaos now, they don't have the energy to look for us. As long as we take on new names, we can live like ordinary people."
"Sounds really nice…"
042 said softly.
"Actually, thinking about it carefully now, isn't freedom a heavy thing?"
