It was almost lunchtime when Eryth and I left the Adventurers Guild. And my mind still lingered on his question: Where would that bottom line you speak of be for those you love? It was silly of me not to answer, but somehow I couldn't.
I wanted to scream anything for my family… but could I kill a child? An infant? I hadn't even killed a person before! And yet I'm expected to slaughter another who couldn't defend themselves.
This very line of thought made me want to puke. It was disgusting.
Following the dark cloak of Eryth through the streets, I stared at his broad shoulders, unable to imagine the amount of suffering he went through. Both wife and Father died the very same day.
"Eryth," I said to the silent man, maneuvering through the streets effortlessly, his face covered by a thick furry coat.
"What is it?"
"What of your Mother is she—"
