...Talking to myself?
Annan pursed his lips.
Not to say... he was actually quite interested.
Whether "Annan" was indeed himself from the previous cycle—this could be easily confirmed with a face-to-face private conversation.
After all, there was some knowledge that only "Annan" would know in this era.
Such as the content of his previous life, such as things from Earth...
If he could gain the trust of his current self, he might be able to obtain some important information from him.
But before that.
He still needed to take care of the tasks ahead...
...Join the Winter's Hand?
Annan snapped back to reality and watched the stern-faced old man with caution.
Was he a man of the Winter's Hand?
He did seem the part.
Those of the Winter's Hand were said to be devoid of emotions.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The clear sound of a cane tapping the ground rhythmically made Annan
"No need to worry, puppy. I am not your enemy."
