"Ah, the map is gone." Licarus looked even more depressed.
"Uncle, I don't think that many wanted their class to be taught by you if you're that strict," said Roger with a nonchalant expression.
"Well, it's not like we have time anyway." Horus looked up as she probed the invisible wall with her hand. "No matter how I sensed it, the height of these walls seems to be endless, which is too surreal."
"With all that said, I hope for the best for the four of us."
As I said that, Licarus recovered my detached hand as he tried to get comfortable with it. He probably felt that he was feeling useless if he would to compare his own worth with a literal warcrime manifestation like Horus. While it might be commendable, he was still showing his rather disgusted face.
That thing that he got disgusted was my hand, and I feel a little bit hurted.
