While he sought more of a concrete answer, the elf's consciousness was lost, leaving the wounded man slumping over against him. He could sense a heartbeat, confirming that at the very least, Lamore wasn't dead, even if he was inching closer to that fate.
"Alright, rest up," Noah said, carefully setting the man.
As he turned to face the proclaimed "Marquis", he received a playful wave from the unusually patient madman.
"Hello, hello," Descartes greeted. "Are you finished now?"
"So, you can summon trains? What's your deal?" Noah called out, readying his axe.
The question sparked the Marquis of Curiosity, whose complexion lit up with complete fascination, "Oh, you're familiar with the concept? Interesting…Interesting!"
'Shit, I let that slip, didn't I? Wait, how is this guy even familiar with these things in the first place? These concepts are completely foreign to this world…Could he be like me? Somebody from Earth?' Noah considered.
