A few hours later…
Ethan sat in the living room, resting his head on the back of the couch as his eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. His thoughts circled the same question again and again. What had been the goal here, and why had that missile attack happened?
On the table before him lay the crumpled paper that carried Merlin's warning.
Then, suddenly, a voice from the side filled the room. It sounded casual and amused.
"Hello again."
Ethan turned his gaze toward Merlin, then just as easily looked back up at the ceiling, saying nothing.
Merlin tilted his head slightly. "No hostile attacks this time?"
"Why are you here?" Ethan asked in a cold tone. Merlin's sudden appearance inside his home did not seem to surprise him in the slightest.
The Trickster smiled, stepping further into the room. "Come now… won't you thank me?"
He gestured toward the paper on the table before taking a seat on one of the couches. "After all, that is the reason your city is not in shambles, is it not?"
