The next morning started with a tragedy. The party, who had made plans to hang something belonging to them in the storage room whenever someone had a problem, had one already. It belonged to Rolan, their party tank, and one of his most precious belongings too.
It was his finger.
"I have searched the whole orphanage, but I can't find him."
"..."
The whole party was silent, with a grim fury internally brewing. They all wanted to lash out, but this was not the time for that. They cannot show the enemy their weakness. Xavier, too, was extremely furious.
'Even though I knew him for a short time, he was a good dude. He doesn't deserve such a disrespectful death. These types of behind-the-scenes enemies, I hate these insects the most. For the price of killing my friend, I'll hunt them down.'
Xavier then glanced at Lafia, whose eyes were ice-cold. He had seen these eyes before, it was when she confronted him for knowing about her true self.
