(From Blue's Perspective)
"His master… He doesn't know who it is. He only got letters as instructions," Dem said. "But I think I know who it is."
"Who?" I asked curiously.
A dead body was lying in front of us, but both of us did not seem to care much. It was odd how quickly I settled into this kind of attitude. Or, perhaps I cared, but I forced myself to not show it.
"He was instructed to take out both of your eyes or one of your eyes."
"… What?!!" I screamed in utter horror. "My goodness…! My eyes? Kill this bastard!"
"He is dead already. But I can cut his body into pieces by myself if that makes you happy."
"No… Not needed…"
"Heard about the master of the magic tower of Mazazine?"
"Ah, that guy… He… Wait! It's him! He is the one who likes to collect eyeballs. Are you sure?"
