Montana had an inkling that this world was fictional, but he played along just the same. He was planning to proceed differently until a time that he would figure out how to get out. It's just that… Heaven had not forsaken him yet by then. Luca Allsworth walked into the bar in his hunter's uniform and gauged the place with his cold, arrogant eyes. This was before he was sent back, and so Montana was not shocked.
Besides, this was the Luca he first met.
Luca only stared at him without saying anything. Only when the bartender gave Montana lots of tissue did the accountant sit down next to him, trying to activate a conversation. "What's with the get-up? Are you some kind of shady character from a fictitious organization, saving the people from unseen dangers?"
"...I really don't want to talk to you." Luca didn't hold back his tongue when he received his drink from the bartender. However, he didn't leave his seat and just slowly sipped on the cold drink.
