Kyle closed his eyes after not receiving any response from the man. He had anticipated this, but after a long pause, a familiar voice finally reached his ears, and for the first time, he sensed the voice waver slightly.
"No, there is none."
Azazeal's eyes crinkled a bit as he thought about the words that slipped from his lips. Right, there's no one waiting for him. It's been like that for as long as he can remember.
Kyle opened his eyes and let out a sigh. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about this possibility, but now, what should he say because he wasn't good at comforting.
'I shouldn't have asked that question...'
But apparently, the man opposite him wasn't done at all.
"Do you want to hear an old tale?"
Kyle blinked and pushed himself up into a sitting position with a groan. The wind on top of the mountain wasn't brisk due to the pressure, but his hair was a mess as it had started to grow longer once again.
