Creak!
The door opened and Ary along with Erica, and Almita came inside their room.
Thud!
Ary sat on the bed. His expression was solemn since the image of the corpses of the former warriors that he had seen in Wolfra's realm and the corpses of the villagers and the woman appeared in his mind.
'There's no difference...yet I'm fighting by their commands...'
He said inwardly as he diverted his eyes to his left and looked outside the window.
'Nah...'
Suddenly, a conclusion came to his mind, he added:
'I'm fighting to take vengeance for my family. I'm not under their commands.'
Yet he was feeling slightly sorrowful realising that the truth that he thought of once finally become a reality.
"Ary/Master."
Suddenly, angelic voices were heard from the right.
"Hmm?"
Ary reacted while shifting his gaze to the right since he knew whose voices were these.
It was Erica and Almita, who were watching Ary for a while.
They stepped toward him and sat beside him, asking,
