Back in Sylphid City
Inside the Adventurers Guild's guild masters office stood an injured Deddy, looking at a sleeping young girl with a ginger-coloured bob cut hair. "Hah", Deddy let out an exasperated sigh. He sat down on a sofa nearby before looking at the night sky. "How did my life turn to this?" Deddy lamented. "Ask your father that", a silhouette appeared on the window. "Guild master", Deddy said, "I don't think I want to." The guild master leaned on a wall, "Why not?" he asked. "He used me", Deddy clenched his fist, "He moulded me to someone that I don't want to be. All that I've done, I remember vividly what I've done to those people, and yet, I don't have any control over myself", he gritted his teeth with anger.
