Harrison Clark got up, went to wash his face again, lay on the bed, and stretched his legs out, like a corpse.
Once he lay down, the fatigue he had been intentionally ignoring surged. Harrison Clark shook his head vigorously.
I'm not tired!
I'm not tired at all!
Regardless of whether Star could hear him or not, he hummed disdainfully through his nose.
"What's this bit of hardship? Do you underestimate me? We Clarks are all tough men."
Indeed, perhaps because his lips were so loud, his body believed it.
The fatigue disappeared in a flash.
Harrison Clark stretched out on the bed and then continued speaking to himself: "As for tomorrow, let it be as it may. I've done everything I could, I have nothing to regret even if I fall. Anyway, in case I lose, it doesn't matter who wins in the end, just kill them."
Yep, that's the cheerful decision.
Finally letting his mind relax, Harrison Clark began to let his thoughts wander, ready to sleep.
"Oh my god!"
