After the fake manor... we had probably made them lose track of us.
Because A-18 drove straight back to the main manor.
The only problem, because we had driven in the opposite direction when we left the academy in the first place... the whole drive took us about nine hours.
Nine whole hours of complete silence.
They were definitely the most tense hours of my life, every single one of them.
Knowing that I had to be completely silent, knowing that my grandfather was right behind me, injured... knowing that the moment I opened my mouth, I was sure to face his anger...
It was frightening.
So much so that... my mind wandered to the past without thinking about it.
The moments when I reminded myself every day how much I hated the Laute Family.
The image of my grandfather in my mind and the vows I made to kill him with my own hands.
The days when I swore that I would make anyone who caused me pain pay for it.
