"Why should I care," the young man said, after glancing at his pocket watch, and then he headed towards the train. "Look, the chap from the Holy Kingdom, you don't even need to sniff him out, just looking at the black clothes on him, you should've known he's one of the Church's hounds," murmured the half-human companion.
"You sure have a lot to say, as if you've got a death wish," the half-human shot him a glance—considering the Farol Principality a kingdom when in actuality, it could never outmatch the Sydney Union. Within the Union, the Church of Justice's Holy Wasteland, Holy Kingdom, and Eastern Kingdom were struggling to survive; if even the kingdoms found life so hard, then surely the commoners understood all too well how to survive. Moreover, this man looked like he was from the Holy Church of the Holy Kingdom; since he was a hound, he surely possessed some sort of ability, killing a gnome or half-human would probably be as easy as lifting a finger for him.
