"The man who will rule the world?" Richard repeated the girl's words, utterly confused about what it meant. "Wait—could it be that your master is the one responsible as to why we are in this mess?"
"A conjecture that I agree with, sir," Richard concurred. "Well lady, we need a name, not an epithet."
"..."
The girl didn't speak, and simply shifted her, facing front and staring blankly.
"So suddenly, you forgot how to speak," Richard smacked his lips. He wanted to gain more information about this so-called master and the one who would rule the world. Because whoever it is holds the key to the mystery of the apocalypse, and possibly ends it.
