"Master Alan, the closer we get to this town, the tenser you've become... isn't this the place where your sect is based at? A home of yours, so to speak... I believe that gate over there is the entrance to the estate owned by the Great Ram sect."
"...!"
After passing another interesting and colorful street, the black-haired man ended up looking at the young martial artist again and asked, causing Alan to finch.
"The statement you've made is factually correct..."
Alan fidgetted nervously and nodded, without looking Zoemi in the eyes.
"Ah. I see. Something being a fact doesn't hold much power over how you feel about it. As your attendant, I will aid in upkeeping your mental and physical stability to the utmost of my ability."
The black-haired man spoke in a calm voice, staring at the large emblem of the ram's head hanging over a gate painted in grayish white.
"...why did you start speaking so officially...?"
