Morning arrived slower than expected, and someone was restlessly pacing outside the residence. Bahamut wore only his skirt. He moved about barefoot and topless, taking in the morning breeze. His long and bushy hair swayed in crazy waves all over his face.
"Who was that? And why did she talk like she knew me? And why did I feel like she was family? Ugh!"
Questions, questions, questions, and questions! And this time, the system could never be able to help him, even if it wanted to. This was something only that woman could answer, but her words clearly meant that meeting her at that time was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened.
This should have made him a bit okay that there was a loophole, but the more he thought of it, the more his mind went back to when he first woke up here and got the system. It had spoken of him getting strong and saving his parents, and now this...
