"...Truly wonderful."
And there, standing amongst the dead variants, was a Bernard who was calmly clapping as he looked at Riley. Just Riley, not Bernard or even Bard, just Riley. Perhaps calm was not the right word to describe the clapping variant, no — he was more than that.
He was standing there as if he truly did not care about anything or anyone. His white armor was also the simplest of the bunch, not even a hint of any personality.
As for Bard, he did not know yet what action to take. Was this Bernard in front of them King? But one of the characteristics they actually know of King was that he looked younger than them, not a day older than 25.
And as Bard watched the variant slowly make his way toward them, not even floating and just stepping on the seats and tables, he could not help but feel extremely worried.
