A long time ago, in a quaint little house in the country of Aelcrest, there lived a mother and her young son. They shared their simple joys in life together, and yes, that son was me.
"Arche," my mother called out gently, her voice warm and comforting. I turned to face her.
"Hmm?" I tilted my head slightly, curious.
"If you make friends, build trust so that your friendships last," she said softly, her hand tenderly brushing my hair.
"Hm! I understand, Mom! Don't worry, I'll make lots of friends!" I replied with youthful enthusiasm, before savoring a bite of the strawberry cake she had made.
"So you won't turn out like your father!" she added with a playful pout. "When you grow up, don't be an annoying and ridiculous man like him, okay?"
My mother's frustration with my father was clear. He had broken his promise to come home for dinner, and she was upset.
"Well... sometimes being a baker is quite tough," she sighed, her voice softening.
Sweet and innocent, I asked, "But why do you love Dad, Mom?"
Her face flushed with surprise, her cheeks turning a gentle pink as if recalling a cherished memory. She cleared her throat and began to explain.
"Because... he..."
Although I don't remember her exact words, that moment at the dinner table imparted a valuable lesson.
I learned that those who speak the truth earn three things: trust, love, and respect.
If you were to ask me what destruction feels like, I would point you to this country-a place where chaos reigns supreme.
Here, you'll find crime, rape, kidnapping, the trafficking of illegal goods, theft, and all manner of depravity.
The sheer scale of turmoil is beyond comprehension.
I still find it baffling that this country continues to exist. Its reputation is so grim that even the mightiest of dragons would rather avoid it, preferring the disarray of their own lairs after a grand feast.
Yet, amidst this chaos, a fool ventured into this land. And yes, that fool is me. Who else could it be? After all, I'm the protagonist of this tale.
I've led you to guess before, and perhaps it's time for a change, but let's return to the narrative.
Upon entering this country, I was met with an immediate onslaught of distressing sights: theft, assault, and violence. Despite my efforts to assist where I could, the problems seemed endless and only grew worse.
I'm merely a person, powerless without even the basics of magic. Exhausted from three sleepless nights, I desperately needed rest.
In my search for shelter, I stumbled upon a rather ordinary hotel. I walked in, hoping for some respite from the relentless turmoil.
"I'd like to book a room," I said, my voice weary.
"Ah, of course! Right away!" replied the receptionist with an enthusiastic smile.
I felt a glimmer of relief upon finding a seemingly normal hotel in this devastated country. It was a rare beacon of normalcy amidst the chaos.
Or so I thought.
"So, what kind of slut do you want to order?" the receptionist asked abruptly.
"Eh..? Slut..? Wait, are-" I was taken aback, realizing I had stumbled into the wrong place. "Can't I just book a regular room?"
"Hmm? Oh? Are you still a virgin? How cute..." The receptionist's tone was mocking, dripping with disdain.
"I'm not a virgin!" I retorted, though I instantly regretted my words. "Forget about that!"
I hurriedly left the hotel, eager to avoid further embarrassment. "Phew..."
My stomach growled loudly, a stark reminder of my hunger. "Woah... calm down, stomach."
I scanned the area for a place to eat but found most restaurants in a state of ruin.
"Hungry..." I muttered, noticing a dark alley nearby.
Suddenly, three large figures emerged from the shadows. The thugs looked bigger than my overflowing well of problems and clearly had no intention of offering food.
One was built like a tank, another was skinny but sly, and the last one... well, he looked like he had just lost all his money gambling.
"What's up, kid? If you want to pass, pay up first!" growled the muscular thug, his voice gravelly like gravel being dragged.
I snorted, trying to hold back a laugh. "Pay? Oh, I'm not here to pay, I'm actually asking for a treat. My stomach's in dire need of some food; don't you get how urgent this is?"
The skinny thug approached, his smile sneaky. "You're funny, but unfortunately, we didn't bring any food for you. Just hands and feet."
"Actually, your hands aren't very appetizing," I replied, my eyes scanning for a good escape route. "But if you're offering, I'm ready to catch!"
The fight began. The muscular thug swung his punches like a hammer. I dodged quickly, despite my rumbling stomach nearly throwing off my balance. "Hey, don't overdo it, bro! This isn't a theater!"
The skinny thug leaped at me with a small knife. I deflected with my elbow and then kicked him in the stomach, making him stagger.
"Bro, bro, bro! That knife is for slicing bread, not people!"
The last thug, the most unfortunate of the bunch, tried to attack from behind. I noticed him from the reflection in the puddle.
"You want to join in too? Three against one with an empty stomach isn't enough?"
I turned around, using the momentum to swing my foot right into his jaw. He fell with a thud, his face meeting the wet ground.
I stood among the fallen thugs, panting and still hungry. "Ugh... this isn't a fair fight. Where's the food?!" I sighed deeply.
Casually, I walked out of the alley, leaving the thugs sprawled behind me. What's important now is finding something to eat. I'm exhausted, and the thugs can wait!
Just as I stepped out of the alley, intending to find a restaurant, I suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind me.
I turned around to find another group of thugs emerging from the alley's corner.
Their numbers were growing-more than enough to make me think twice about fighting.
"Damn!" I muttered, my face paling as they approached. "What's this? Is there a discount for a big fight or something?"
A thug larger than the previous ones, apparently their leader, stepped forward. "Looking for trouble, kid? You daring to challenge my men?"
"Trouble? I'm actually looking for food, not trouble," I replied, glancing at my stomach, which was now almost making me faint.
"But if you want to give me trouble, I'll handle it. But there's one condition-there better be a reward. Like food, for example?"
They didn't laugh. Instead, they advanced in unison, making me realize this was no time for jokes.
I tried to fight as best as I could, blocking punches from left and right, kicking, and dodging. But their numbers kept increasing-every time one fell, two more appeared.
Sweat soaked my body, and my vision began to blur from exhaustion.
"Damn it, is this an alley or a gateway to hell? Why do they keep coming?" I grumbled as I stepped back, trying to keep my distance.
Suddenly, a hard punch landed on my ribs, making me stagger.
"Ouch, who hit that? Feels like being hit by a carriage!" My breath came in gasps, pain spreading through my body.
Another punch landed on my face, briefly darkening my vision. I fell, my hands touching the cold, wet ground.
"Okay, okay... I think this is enough. I better surrender before my stomach protests louder," I said as I tried to get up, even though my legs were shaking.
The thugs closed in, surrounding me as I was half-conscious.
"Finally giving up, huh?" said the leader with a satisfied grin.
But I couldn't just give up.
"Hahaha... yeah, maybe I'm losing now. But you know what? This hungry stomach is more dangerous than all of you!" I said, trying to distract them.
"And if I really faint here, it's going to be a hassle for you. Who's going to take responsibility?"
The leader glanced at his men, hesitating for a moment. I seized the opportunity to move, using my remaining strength to dart forward and escape their circle.
"No food, no fight! I'm off to find real food!" I shouted as I ran as fast as I could, leaving them stunned behind me.
As I continued to run, I endured the pain coursing through my body. But one thing was certain-I had to find something to eat, anything, before my body gave out completely.
My steps felt heavy, as if a great weight was hanging on each stride. My breathing had become irregular, my body was losing strength, and my stomach felt increasingly painful.
But I kept running, trying to distance myself from the bandits who were now pursuing me with an intensity I had never imagined.
"Why does this feel like a chase scene in an adventure story?" I complained while running. "I just need to eat, not become a hero in an action tale."
But they didn't care. The sound of their footsteps growing closer made me realize that the time for jokes was over.
Their shadows grew larger behind me, surrounding me like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Seriously? Can't you wait until I've eaten?" I tried to laugh off the situation, but my voice sounded weaker.
My steps grew unsteady, my empty stomach seemed to be taking control of my body.
My vision began to blur, the world spinning. Each step felt like wading through mud, my body growing heavier. "Come on, stomach, can't we hold on just a bit longer? I really can't go on..."
I stumbled, almost falling, but I kept trying to stay on my feet. However, my breath was now ragged, my strength seemingly drained. The bandits were getting closer, and they wouldn't stop until I was down.
Finally, on my last step, all my strength was gone. The cold, hard ground welcomed my limp body. "Ah... I give up...," I murmured, my voice barely audible.
My eyes began to close slowly, the world around me fading to darkness. The hunger that had tormented me was now replaced by a void that swallowed my consciousness.
With my last breath before sinking completely into the darkness, only one thought haunted me.
"Food... I just need food..."
I woke up feeling disoriented, my body heavy and weak. The room around me seemed unfamiliar-the walls were a creamy color, with simple furniture and a small window letting in the morning sunlight.
"Where am I?" I murmured as I tried to get out of bed. I looked at my dirty clothes and the wounds on my body, then glanced around, searching for clues about who had brought me here.
A middle-aged man with a friendly demeanor entered the room, carrying a tray of food. "Good morning. You're finally awake. You must be hungry."
I could only stare at the food on the tray with profound relief, deeply grateful to finally have something to eat.
When a plate was offered to me, I took it immediately and devoured the food without hesitation.
"You must be very hungry, huh?" asked the middle-aged man.
I nodded, barely pausing as I continued to eat. "My name is Oswald. I found you lying on the road in the rain and brought you here."
"Mmm... Arche!" I mumbled through a mouthful of food.
"Arche, huh?" Oswald seemed to understand that he would need to wait until I finished eating before engaging in conversation.
Once I finished and set the plate back on the tray, I felt a wave of satisfaction. "That was really delicious! Can I have the recipe?"
"Uh... of course," Oswald replied, confusion evident in his expression.
"By the way, where are we?" I asked, curious.
"We're at my house," Oswald said. "As I mentioned, I found you weak and lying on the road, so I brought you here."
"Don't worry, they didn't take your things," he added.
"Wait, how did you know I was being chased by thugs?" I asked, even though I hadn't mentioned anything about thugs.
Oswald paused, then said, "Look at this country."
"...Fair point," I conceded. "But why has this country become like this?"
"Oh, you're a traveler?" he noted, likely from the sight of my belongings. "A long time ago, this country was just like any other-rules in place, orderly, and not unpleasant to look at."
"Then, when the new king was crowned, he abolished all the rules."
"Nobody knows why, but his decisions turned the country into what you see now," Oswald explained. So, it was the new king's fault.
"Then why are you still here? You don't seem like a bad person," I asked.
"...Not a bad person? Thank you," Oswald said, flinching slightly. "I was born here. I have many memories tied to this place."
(He flinched when I called him not a bad person... he must be hiding something, I thought, studying him intently.)
"I see... By the way, can I stay here for a while? This is the only place that seems remotely safe," I requested.
"Hm, I don't mind. Glad to help," Oswald said with a nod. "But you'd better rest first. I see your head is bruised."
It was then I realized my head was bandaged. "Uh... thanks for the bandage," I said, noticing my clothes had been changed too.
"Sorry if I was rude... but your clothes were soaking wet, so I swapped them out," Oswald explained.
"Well, at least I'm a man, so no awkward wardrobe issues," I said, getting off the bed. "No problem."
"You should really rest, Arche," Oswald insisted, concern in his voice.
"Don't worry. I lost to them because I was hungry. Now that I'm full, no one can beat me-except for insects, of course," I said, eyeing the window. I was ready to climb out.
"Arche, what are you planning to do?"
"Revenge! I can't accept losing like that," I declared, grabbing my dagger from the table. Just as I was about to jump, Oswald called out.
"Arche, take this." He tossed me another sharp dagger, which I caught with a flourish. "Even if you're strong, being ganged up on is another story."
I remembered a time when I had been swarmed by fifty people in an underground city. I got so carried away that I lost control.
"Hm, okay," I said, tossing my bandage away, watching it flutter off into the wind.
"See you!" I shouted, leaping out the window and heading straight for the spot where I had been ambushed.
The morning light outside seemed to dim, casting an eerie, nighttime shadow over the alley where the gang had attacked me. The thugs were gathered, waiting for anyone who dared to approach.
I moved cautiously towards them. When I emerged from the shadows, their surprise was palpable. "You?! How-"
Before they could finish, I was already leaping at them, daggers in hand. I targeted the two thugs in front with swift, precise movements.
The first dagger slashed across one thug's abdomen, while the second landed on the side of another's neck.
But adhering to my principle of not killing, I aimed to incapacitate rather than kill.
More thugs began to converge, swarming like angry ants. They surrounded me, but I maneuvered quickly and gracefully, my daggers slicing through the air with rhythmic precision.
I dodged their blows and retaliated with accurate strikes, ensuring my attacks were disabling rather than lethal.
Most fell with injuries to their arms or legs, rendering them unable to continue the fight.
When one thug attempted to attack from behind, I swiftly dodged and spun around, delivering a powerful kick to his chest, sending him sprawling.
I continued to move, daggers glinting in the dim light, delivering attack after attack with careful and effective precision.
The alley's atmosphere grew heavier with the ongoing fight. I did not stop until every thug who dared to challenge me was incapacitated on the ground, exhausted and injured but still alive.
Breathing heavily, I stood among them, ensuring no one was dead.
"Don't cause trouble with me again," I said firmly before turning and walking away. I left the incapacitated thugs behind
As I made my way back to Oswald's house, a peculiar sight stopped me in my tracks. From behind a pile of trash, a little girl emerged. Her hair was as white as snow, and her eyes glowed a fierce red like rubies.
"...."
She stared at me with those intense eyes, and I returned her gaze, both of us silent. Then, her expression shifted to one of sheer horror, and she bolted away, shouting, "MONSTERS!"
"...Monster? You're calling me a monster!?" I yelled, both bewildered and irked.
She glanced back, sticking out her tongue in a defiant gesture that only fueled my frustration. "Come here, you little brat!" I shouted, shaking my fist.
The morning fog enveloped the streets, hiding every nook and cranny around me. My steps were quick, but not quick enough to catch up with the nimble figure ahead of me.
"Hey, get back here!" I shouted, trying to pick up my pace. But she only glanced back briefly, throwing a mischievous smile that made my blood boil.
"You're so slow, you stupid man!" she taunted, her voice full of mockery that made me even more determined to catch her. But the girl ran like the wind, her feet moving swiftly over the damp pavement.
"Stop saying I'm slow! I'm just... warming up!" I tried to ignore the fact that I was completely out of breath. This girl wasn't just fast; she was also full of tricks.
Every time I was about to catch her, she would leap to the side or suddenly vanish into the mist.
She laughed again, a sound like a small, mocking bell.
"You think you can catch me? Ha! You'll never be able to because I'm smarter than any man like you!" she said with a tone that made her sound like she knew everything.
I quickened my pace again, trying to grab the edge of her white coat that fluttered in the fog. But she was too fast, moving like an elusive shadow.
"You're too confident, kid! I'll catch you sooner or later!"
"For me, you are the kid! Try as hard as you can!" she retorted, continuing to run without any sign of tiring.
The fog grew thicker, adding to the challenge of this chase. Every time I thought I was close enough, she always managed to pull away again, leaving me almost ready to give up but unwilling to lose to a mere child.
We kept chasing each other through the ever-thickening fog, our footsteps echoing on the quiet street.
Only the sound of our breaths and her mischievous laughter pierced the morning silence, reminding me that even though this girl was annoying and troublesome, she also possessed remarkable courage and agility.
The dense fog made every rooftop above us look like floating islands in a sea of mist.
Our swift footsteps pounded on the rooftiles, creating a resounding crack that echoed along the row of old houses.
The girl, with her white hair billowing like a battle flag, darted ahead with nimble agility.
I strained every muscle to catch her, but she was like an elusive little bird.
She leaped from one rooftop to another with unbelievable grace, as if her weight was no more than a feather.
I followed, relying on every move I knew, trying to maintain my balance on the dew-slicked tiles.
"Do you think you can escape just by running on rooftops?" I shouted, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
She glanced back briefly, her ruby eyes shining with characteristic mischief.
"An idiot like you will never catch me here!" she taunted, jumping to the next rooftop, her body almost seeming to fly.
But I didn't give up. With increasingly swift and deliberate steps, I continued to chase her, following her ever-distant trail.
We jumped gaps between buildings, executing increasingly dangerous parkour moves.
I almost lost my balance when leaping to a lower roof, but managed to hold myself together and not fall.
Finally, she seemed cornered at the edge of a higher building's rooftop, where the path ahead ended with a wide chasm that would make anyone think twice before jumping.
I slowed down, smiling as I saw she had nowhere left to run.
"There's no more place for you to go, kid!" I called out triumphantly, taking slow but steady steps closer.
"This time, I win."
However, the girl didn't seem scared. Instead, she gave a sly smile, as if she had another plan.
"You're a fool if you think I'm cornered," she said, her voice sounding like a whisper of the night.
Before I could react, she did something unexpected-with one smooth move, she leaped backward, over the edge of the building.
My eyes widened, my heart raced as I sprinted closer, ready to catch her before she fell.
But instead of falling, her body began to change mid-air. Her white hair shrank, her form diminished, and before I could grasp what was happening, she transformed into a small black bat and shot into the sky with rapid wingbeats.
I stood there, stunned on the rooftop's edge, watching the bat vanish into the thick morning fog. "Oh my..." I muttered, unable to believe what I had just seen. "That kid... isn't just an ordinary human..."
The morning fog swallowed the bat's shadow, leaving me alone on the rooftop.
The fog thickened, shrouding everything below like a suffocating blanket. But I couldn't stop here. The girl might have transformed into a bat and flown away, but I could still sense her, her tiny shadow drifting through the mist, trying to escape.
Without hesitation, I summoned my broomstick. With a swift motion, the broom appeared beneath me, hovering low and waiting for my command. I jumped onto it, maneuvering the broom with the skill I had mastered long ago.
"Alright, you might be able to fly, but I'm not letting you get away," I muttered as I soared into the air, following the bat's trail that was growing fainter ahead.
The thick fog was a challenge, but I didn't let it deter me. With my full concentration, I guided the broom through the narrow gaps between buildings and towering trees.
Every move of the bat was clear in my mind, and I adjusted the broom's direction nimbly.
The bat tried to dart around, crossing rooftops and leaping from one dark spot to another.
But I was getting closer, my breath quickening, adrenaline surging through my veins.
My broom accelerated, cutting through the fog with increasing speed.
As the distance between us closed, I reached out my hand towards the bat. The bat was surprised that I could match its speed.
"You're lucky you're up against me and not him; you'd be caught immediately if you were racing a sorcerer."
"Got you!" I exclaimed as I extended my hand, and in an instant, the bat was trapped in my grasp.
I descended slowly, my broom hovering above a flat rooftop. When I landed, I gently opened my hand.
She reverted to her original form, now trapped in my embrace, trying to struggle but failing.
"That's enough of your mischief," I said, my tone slightly softened, though I was still panting. "You've been quite a handful today."
She glared at me with her ruby eyes, still full of defiance.
"Let me go, you stupid man!" She struggled, but lacked the strength to resist.
I could only smile faintly, despite the fatigue gnawing at my body.
"Not a chance. This time, you're not getting away."
"I have a lot of questions, but there's one thing I really need to ask!" I declared firmly.
"Let me guess... why can I transform into a bat?" she guessed with a smirk.
"No, actually, I'm more curious about why you called me a monster earlier," I clarified.
"Huh?"
"You're a vampire, right? I've met vampires before," I said, my frustration clear. "And I didn't expect to run into another one. I'm just tired of dealing with your kind."
"Actually-" I began to ask her more seriously, but before I could finish, she bit my neck and began to drink my blood.
"Agh..."
She seemed to be relishing every drop. "Hey... you little-" I managed to push her away, wincing from the unexpected bite.
"Sweet!" she exclaimed with delight.
"Huh?" I was taken aback by her sudden enthusiasm.
"Your blood is sweet! I love sweet blood!" she said, trying to move closer. I shoved her away again.
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I asked, feeling a mix of confusion and irritation. "What's your name?"
She climbed up to a high spot, striking a pose as if she were the queen of vampires. "You should feel honored, human! My name is Valeria!" Her voice echoed dramatically through the quiet street.
"Oh, is that so? Well, goodbye," I said, turning away as I had more pressing matters to attend to, like properly thanking Oswald.
I walked back to Oswald's house, only to hear Valeria shouting in annoyance behind me. I ignored her and picked up the pace.
When I reached Oswald's house, I felt a bat land on my head. I tried to swat it away, but it wouldn't budge. "Hey! Can you-"
The bat transformed into Valeria, who nonchalantly sat on my head. "I don't want to be sat on by a brat like you! If you were a mature woman with a curvy body, I might consider it."
"Didn't I tell you that you're a kid to me?!" Valeria snapped in annoyance, just as Oswald's door swung open.
"Arche? You're back? And who is that girl?" Oswald asked, peering out with curiosity.
"MONSTER!" Valeria screeched once more.
"I don't know her," I replied firmly, trying to distance myself from the chaotic scene. Valeria gracefully hopped off my head and stood tall, a cocky grin plastered across her face as she addressed Oswald.
"My name is Valeria! And I am the greatest Vampire!" she proclaimed with dramatic flair.
"Vam-?" Oswald's eyes widened in disbelief. As an old man, he clearly wasn't prepared to see a real vampire in the flesh.
We all went inside, and I began recounting the day's events while enjoying some chocolate and tea that Oswald had served.
"So, that's the story," I finished my tale.
"Vampires are real, huh?" Oswald murmured, still grappling with the revelation.
"Why do humans always think we're just myths?" Valeria asked between bites of chocolate. "This chocolate is so sweet!"
I sampled the chocolate myself and had to agree. "Hm, you're right!"
"Yes, right?" Valeria confirmed with a smirk. Despite our frequent bickering, we could bond over sweets with ease.
"Huff... A lot happened today..." Oswald sighed, trying to catch his breath.
"Thank you for your hard work," Valeria and I said in unison, bowing before resuming our chocolate feast.
"I heard from Arche's story that he found you in quite an unusual place," Oswald said softly, displaying his gentle demeanor.
"Very nice, you talk to me like a princess," Valeria replied with an arrogant smile.
The last princess I encountered... well, let's not delve into that right now.
The atmosphere shifted to seriousness as Valeria began her tale. "You must already know why this country has turned out like this, right?"
"Yes, we know," Oswald said firmly, his eyes reflecting the weight of the situation.
"Yeah, I just found out about that... a few hours ago," I added, casually munching on a piece of chocolate.
"So the King of this country, Marcel, is my older brother," Valeria dropped the bombshell.
Oswald and I were caught off guard.
"Really? Hey! Tell your brother to do his job properly!" I demanded.
"I tried! But... he threw me in the trash," Valeria retorted, looking genuinely upset.
"Is that why you have such a grudge against men? You keep calling me a stupid man," I said, my tone tinged with annoyance.
"Oh? Are you a sensitive soul, then?" she shot back with a sarcastic lilt.
"Is that a compliment? It sounds like you're laying it on thick with the sarcasm!" I yelled, feeling the irritation bubble up.
"So, what's your plan, Valeria?" Oswald inquired, trying to steer the conversation back on track.
"Hm? Naturally, I need to defeat my brother... he-" Valeria trailed off, her face clouding as if she was about to reveal a big secret.
"He...?" I urged, leaning in. "What's he like? Don't leave me hanging, I need to sleep tonight!"
"The point is... he's a jerk!" Valeria finally blurted out.
"Why do women always give such short answers? I explain in detail, and you give me one-word replies!" I complained.
"Hey! Not all women are like that! You owe an apology to all women everywhere!" Valeria shot back.
Oswald chuckled at our back-and-forth. Valeria and I turned to him, curious about his reaction.
"Is that so? And what are you going to do about this, Arche?" Oswald asked, his tone implying he knew more than he let on.
"Huh? Why do you-" I felt a strange intuition, as if Oswald anticipated my next move. "Oswald, can we talk about this later?"
"Of course, Arche," Oswald replied with a knowing smile.
"Valeria, there's something I need to-" Before I could finish, she leaped at me, sinking her teeth into my shoulder and drinking my blood.
"Ugh..." I winced, not quite used to this ordeal.
"Why not just drink Oswald's blood instead?" I suggested, trying to divert her.
After she finished, Valeria looked at me with a satisfied grin.
"An old man like Oswald just doesn't taste as good as a young man like you."
"Some wines improve with age, you know!" I began, diving into a tangent that probably wasn't needed.
"I once had a wine that was older than my father, and it was absolutely exquisite!"
I glanced at their faces-Oswald wore a bemused smile, while Valeria's expression bordered on exasperation. "Is that really important right now?"
Clearing my throat, I steered the conversation back to my original question. "Valeria, why did you call me a Monster when we first met? And why did you call Oswald that too?"
"Ah, that," Valeria said with a distant look. "I possess a unique ability. I can see the souls of those who were killed by anyone I encounter."
Her gaze turned intense as she addressed Oswald. "I see the souls of countless people you've killed, Oswald."
Both of us stared at Oswald, who took a deep breath and confessed, "I was a serial killer."
"Well, that's quite a revelation," I said, taken aback by his candid admission. "So..."
"Yes, I fought the thugs who tried to kill you," Oswald explained, a note of logical reason in his voice.
Since Oswald had already shared part of his truth, I figured it was only fair to reciprocate. "Alright, I suppose it's my turn. My name is Arche, the Sin Redeemer!" It had been a while since I'd introduced myself like that. "And I intend to address this country's issues."
Valeria's skepticism was palpable. "Aren't you being a bit overzealous? Even if you are a redeemer, tackling a problem this grand seems a bit excessive."
"Wouldn't it be better for you to focus on ordinary acts of goodness to atone for your sins?" she asked.
"Actually, I've tackled this sort of problem many times before," I replied with a spark of enthusiasm. "And I relish it! This situation excites me."
"Is that so...? Did you ever find joy during your wanderings?" Valeria's question jolted me as if struck by lightning.
I reflected on my past, realizing that I was perpetually embroiled in problems, large or small, wherever I went. When was the last time I genuinely had fun? Was it my own doing?
"You never had fun while wandering, did you?" Valeria pressed.
"I... I did, you know!" I protested, standing up from my seat. "Helping people brings me joy!"
"Is that all?" Valeria challenged.
"Uh-" I faltered, silent for a moment. When was the last time I did something purely for fun?
"Valeria, let it go," Oswald interjected, his tone gentle yet firm. "Arche, you can use the room next to mine."
I stood there, lost in thought, and headed to the room Oswald had pointed out, my mind still swirling with questions and realizations.
I sat at the edge of the bed, In the silence, dark thoughts began to seep into my mind, stirring an unbearable unease.
"What is happiness?" I murmured, almost inaudibly. The word felt foreign, like something I once knew but has now vanished without a trace. Perhaps, I never truly felt it.
For a moment, I was silent, trying to recall what happiness might be. But all I found was emptiness-forced smiles, hollow laughter, and fleeting moments that were quickly swallowed by a greater darkness.
I realized that I had long been trapped in this cycle: chasing something I believed would bring happiness, only to find that it all ended in a void.
"What is happiness, really?" I thought, sinking deeper into despair. Maybe happiness is just an illusion, something created by others to mask the bitter reality.
Meanwhile, I wander aimlessly, trapped in uncertainty and the suffocating silence.
I began to doubt myself. Have I lost the ability to feel happiness? Or perhaps I never truly knew it in the first place?
That question haunted my thoughts, breeding a dissatisfaction that gnawed at my soul with each passing day.
In this darkness, all I could do was wonder: Is happiness merely a myth? Or have I long been buried in a sadness I've mistaken for reality, so accustomed to it that I've forgotten what happiness feels like?
It feels like walking a never-ending path, always hoping to find the light, but all I encounter are shadows.
Meanwhile in the living room, Oswald and Valeria are arguing.
"Valeria, what are you doing to Arche?" His voice was authoritative yet filled with concern.
"You're making him appear downcast and disheartened. This isn't how we handle things."
Valeria, with her ruby-red eyes glinting in the dim light, met Oswald's gaze with anger. "I don't care, Oswald. All men are the same. They only think about themselves. Just look at my brother, who's obsessed with power."
Oswald sighed, trying to manage his frustration.
"I've just met you, Valeria, and I don't know your whole story. But you can't generalize all men based on your bad experiences with your brother. Arche isn't like your brother."
"So what?" Valeria replied coldly.
"All men are fundamentally the same. They only pursue their own gain and disregard others."
Oswald looked at her with disappointment, trying to understand Valeria's feelings.
"You might feel that way now, but you need to give others a chance to show their goodness. Not everyone is like your brother."
Valeria's anger was palpable.
"I've had enough of that kind of talk, Oswald. I won't trust men again. You're all the same, and I won't let myself be hurt again."
Oswald felt the weight of Valeria's burden, even though they had just met. "I understand that you're struggling with a lot. But holding onto hatred will only add to your burden. You don't have to trust everyone, but don't let your hatred close off the path to peace."
Valeria turned away and began to walk off, refusing to listen further. Oswald stood alone, watching her leave with deep concern.
I sat in the corner of the room, still feeling the reverberations from the tense encounter with Valeria. Oswald, the middle-aged man I had just met, approached with a gentle and attentive expression.
"Arche," he said softly, attempting to ease the tension I was feeling. "I know Valeria may have left you feeling more overwhelmed than you should be. But I want you to understand that what you're feeling right now isn't the end of everything."
I looked at him with a weary gaze, as if all my efforts and hopes had faded. "What I'm feeling right now seems like it will never end. I don't know how to escape this situation."
Oswald sat beside me, speaking with empathy. "I understand; sometimes we feel trapped in darkness, struggling to see a way out. But it's important to grasp what pleasure is and how we might achieve it."
I lifted my head, intrigued by what he wanted to convey. "How can I ever feel it again?"
"Pleasure," Oswald explained, "is an inner state that comes from activities or experiences that bring satisfaction and happiness.
It's not just about acquiring something we want, but about finding meaning in the simple and valuable aspects of our lives."
I stared at him, trying to digest his words. "How can I find pleasure if I only feel empty and insignificant?"
Oswald smiled gently, offering clear guidance. "Try focusing on the small things that bring satisfaction."
"This could involve activities that help you connect with yourself, like pursuing hobbies, helping others, or simply spending time with loved ones."
"Pleasure is often found in the small and simple moments, not in grand achievements."
"So, I should seek happiness in the little things?" I asked, trying to grasp his direction.
"Yes, exactly," Oswald nodded.
"Try to enjoy everyday moments and find satisfaction in your efforts."
"It may not always be easy, but every small step toward happiness will help you emerge from the darkness you're feeling right now."
I sighed, absorbing Oswald's words.
"I'll try. Maybe there's something I can do to feel better."
"Good," Oswald said with hope. "Remember that the journey toward pleasure often begins with small steps. Don't give up, and give yourself time to discover what truly fulfills you."
I nodded slowly, feeling a bit lighter after hearing Oswald's explanation.
Oswald took a deep breath, as if deciding to open a significant chapter of his life. He moved closer to me, his eyes reflecting a distant, contemplative look as if tracing the painful trails of his memories.
"Arche," he said, his voice soft but laden with emotion, "I want to share something from my past that might offer you some perspective."
I nodded, listening intently. "What do you want to tell me?"
Oswald sighed, seeming to gather his courage. "A few years ago, my wife was murdered. It was a great tragedy in my life, and the pain I felt was profound. I felt lost and confused."
I could sense the weight of Oswald's words, and I waited for him to continue.
"That pain drove me to seek out her killer," Oswald went on, his voice trembling more.
"I took a dark path, becoming a killer myself in pursuit of him. I thought that avenging my wife's death would bring me peace and satisfaction."
He paused, visibly struggling with the depth of his anguish. "In the end, I managed to find and kill the man who murdered my wife. But after doing so, I felt hollow.
All the ambition and rage that had driven me suddenly vanished. I felt empty and purposeless."
I could see the sadness and turmoil in his expression. "What did you do then?"
"After that," Oswald said quietly, "I began searching for something to do, something that could give my life meaning. I tried various things, looking for what could make me feel happy again."
"And in my search, I finally realized that happiness wasn't found in revenge or grand ambitions."
He offered a faint smile, appearing more at peace as he continued. "I found that a simple and normal life, engaging in small things that bring satisfaction, is what truly makes me happy."
"I'm content living a simple life, far from the chaos and sorrow I once experienced."
Oswald looked at me with understanding. "I also never considered suicide, because I knew my wife wouldn't have wanted that. I had to move on and find a way to find peace within myself."
I was silent, reflecting on Oswald's story. It felt like I had glimpsed a bit of light amidst the darkness I felt.
"Thank you for sharing your story, Oswald. Hearing it helps me understand that there might be another way to find happiness."
Oswald nodded gently. "I'm glad I could help. Remember, Arche, happiness is often found in small, simple things. Don't let yourself get trapped in darkness, because there's always a way to find the light."
I felt a little lighter, understanding that although the journey to find happiness might be long and difficult, there is hope to find peace amidst all the struggles.
Then I looked at Oswald with deep curiosity, feeling a question stirring in my mind. "Oswald," I said, "why did you love your wife? And how can we know if we're truly in love?"
Oswald smiled softly, as if reminiscing about cherished memories of his wife. "Love is something deeply personal and difficult to explain with words," he said with heartfelt tone.
"But I loved my wife because she was someone who understood and completed me. She brought happiness and peace into my life in a way that I can't fully describe."
He continued with genuine feeling.
"Love is a sensation that makes the world seem more vibrant, as if everything becomes more meaningful and beautiful."
"When you're in love, you feel a profound connection with someone, and their presence brings a comfort and joy that can't be simply put into words."
I pondered, trying to grasp what Oswald was saying. "So, how do we know if we're truly in love?"
Oswald thought for a moment, then answered with wisdom.
"There are some signs that might indicate you're in love."
"For instance, you may feel incredibly happy when you're with that person, and everything seems brighter when they're around."
"You have a desire to spend time with them, to care for and support them wholeheartedly."
"There's a deep emotional connection that makes you feel comfortable and accepted."
"So," he continued, "if you're experiencing all of that, it might be a sign that you're falling in love."
"This feeling is often accompanied by a profound sense of comfort and happiness, along with a desire to share your life with the person you love."
I nodded, reflecting on Oswald's explanation.
"I understand. So, love can indeed make life feel more beautiful and colorful."
"Exactly," Oswald confirmed. "Love can bring deep meaning and happiness into our lives, helping us find beauty in everyday things."
I felt a bit more confident about my search for happiness, understanding that love might be a part of that journey. "Thank you, Oswald. Hearing about your love and how you experienced it gives me a new perspective on happiness and what it means to fall in love."
Oswald smiled, appearing content with the conversation. "I'm glad I could share my story with you, Arche. I hope you find what you're looking for and experience true happiness."
I hesitated to ask, but my curiosity outweighed my fear. "Oswald," I began cautiously, "who exactly killed your wife? I want to know, although I'm worried that my question might offend you."
Oswald looked at me with an expression of deep pain. "It's okay to ask, Arche. My wife was killed by someone from an organization called Lunar Ascendance."
The mention of the name sent a chill through me. Memories of my own grim encounters with that organization resurfaced, making me uncomfortable. "Lunar Ascendance...?"
Oswald nodded, seeming to understand my reaction. "Yes, they have a fearsome reputation. I even happened to meet the leader of the organization. His name is DEATH."
My heart raced at the name. "DEATH? How could someone have a name like that?"
Oswald continued, his voice heavy with troubling memories. "When I met DEATH, it felt like all my energy was drained away. He had an incredibly terrifying aura and immense power. He's known for his ability to kill effortlessly, having claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands."
He paused, as if gathering the strength to continue. "I tried to confront him, but my attacks always missed. DEATH even told me he had three lives, so he had to be killed three times to truly die. But even killing him once was nearly impossible."
I felt weak hearing his story. Tension and fear filled me, and I could feel cold sweat on my brow. "So, how could anyone face such power?"
Oswald looked at me with sadness and bitterness. "DEATH is an extraordinarily powerful entity, almost abstract in his abilities. He symbolizes death and emptiness, and facing such a force is not easy. I felt so small and helpless in his presence."
I was anxious and stunned, unable to fathom confronting someone with such terrifying power. "How did you manage to continue after that experience?"
Oswald sighed deeply, looking weary yet resolute. "I had to find a way to move on and seek new meaning, even though I know DEATH remains a significant threat. I couldn't let fear control me."
I was silent, contemplating the sheer terror of facing DEATH.
"Can I defeat him?"
I whispered, barely audible.
"You have to meet Valeria, Arche"
Oswald advised me, actually I didn't do anything wrong, it was Valeria who made us like this.
"We just met for the first time but she's already made a problem, huh?"
I took a deep breath
"Woman.."
I saw that it was already daytime, and I had to quickly look for her or she would be gone and something would happen to her.
"I'm going"
I opened the window of the room
"Can you just go through the front door?"
"Hm? That'll take 2-3 minutes, I'd better go through the window."
"Oh, I see?"
"Oh no! I've taken 1 minute, see you later"
I immediately jumped and looked for where Valeria was.
"Where is she...?"
The rain started to fall and it was heavy.
"Rain...?"
Not long after, I saw Valeria, she was walking slowly under the rain.
"Found you!"
I ran towards him, Valeria looked back, she was shocked, and immediately ran
I ran through the pouring rain, chasing after Valeria who kept moving ahead, her face showing intense anger.
I struggled to keep up with her pace, even though my soaked shoes made me almost slip several times.
"Valeria, wait! We need to talk!" I shouted, but she only quickened her pace, remaining indifferent.
"Valeria, you do realize it's raining, right? Do we really have to keep running like this? I'm already drenched, and... hey, you're not listening to me at all, are you?" I tried to catch her attention, but Valeria kept running, her face stern with nothing but anger.
The rain grew heavier, slightly blurring my vision, but I kept chasing her.
"Valeria! Seriously, do you really have to run like this? We could talk under some shelter, maybe?"
I said, my breath growing ragged, hoping she would at least slow down a little.
"Leave me alone, Arche! I don't want to talk to you!" Valeria shouted back, her voice full of anger that echoed through the sound of the rain.
I tried to speed up, but the puddles and slippery road made it difficult.
"I get that you're mad, but running through the rain isn't going to solve anything! And, honestly, we're both going to catch a cold if we keep this up!"
Valeria glanced back slightly, but only to ensure I was still far enough away. Her face remained sullen, with no sign of stopping.
"I don't care!"
I stumbled, nearly falling, but managed to keep my balance.
"Look, I'm even willing to fall chasing after you! Don't you feel bad? At least stop for a second?"
Valeria kept moving forward, ignoring my words. I could feel the frustration mingling with the raindrops soaking my face.
"Okay, maybe I'm not the best runner, but I won't stop until we talk. I can keep chasing you until tomorrow, if I have to!"
"Do whatever you want!" Valeria responded coldly, still running without slowing down.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself despite the fatigue setting in.
"Alright, if you won't stop, at least listen to me a little! I don't know what you're thinking, but we won't resolve anything by just running like this."
Valeria remained silent, focusing only on her swift steps. She was like an impenetrable wall, a stubborn and angry child.
"I don't want to hear anything from you, Arche. You wouldn't understand."
I kept trying to get closer to her, though every step felt heavier.
"I might not understand now, but at least give me a chance to try. You don't have to like me, but you don't need to hate me either, right?"
She didn't answer, only continuing to run with determined steps, as if every word I spoke was just wind passing by.
The intensifying rain only added to the tension between us, making every step feel even harder.
Still, I didn't give up. I knew Valeria was angry, and maybe she wouldn't listen to me right now, but I had to try, even if it meant running through the rain with no certainty of when she would stop.
I kept running through the rain, my breath growing heavier. Valeria was still ahead of me, showing no signs of stopping. But suddenly, her steps faltered. A large puddle caused her to lose her balance.
I saw her slip, and in an instant, her body began to change-she shrank, black wings sprouted from her back, and within seconds, Valeria transformed into a bat. But before she could fly away, I jumped and quickly caught her.
"Gotcha!" I exclaimed, cradling the small, squirming bat in my hands. The pouring rain soaked her fur, and she struggled to break free, but I held her gently yet firmly.
"There's no escaping now, Valeria."
The bat-Valeria-continued to try to escape, her tiny wings flapping wildly, but I held her closer, shielding her from the rain.
"Calm down, I won't let you get hurt. You're angry, I get it. But this isn't the way, Valeria."
I could feel her struggles slowly subside, though there was still a faint resistance.
"I just want us to talk, not like this. I know you're angry, I know the world isn't fair. But running away, or flying away, won't solve anything."
The little bat finally stopped squirming, as if tired of fighting. I sighed, still holding her close to my chest, letting the cold rain wash over us.
"Thank you for not trying to escape again. You don't have to agree with me, but at least, let's try to face this together. You're not alone, Valeria."
Gently, I shielded the bat from the rain, hoping she would feel a little more at ease in my embrace.
I knew her anger and pain wouldn't vanish just like that, but this was a small step toward understanding, at least for me.
I felt Valeria begin to calm down in my arms, and slowly, she transformed back into her human form.
The small wings disappeared, and in an instant, she was standing in front of me again, her body trembling slightly from being soaked.
Without wasting any time, she immediately pulled away, distancing herself from me with a look of anger.
"You...! Why do you always meddle, huh?" Valeria started to rant, her voice filled with restrained fury.
"We've only just met, and you're already acting like you know everything about me! What right do you have to interfere in my life?!"
I stood still, unable to respond. Her words were sharp, and I knew that beneath her anger, she was only expressing a painful truth.
What she said was true; we had just met, and I had already been trying too hard to insert myself into her life, trying to fix something that might not be mine to fix.
"Why? Do you think you can be the hero in this story? You don't understand anything about me, about what I've been through, so stop trying to understand!"
Valeria continued, her tone rising.
"I don't need someone else coming in and thinking they can fix everything. It's none of your business!"
I lowered my head, letting her words hit me without resistance. She was right; I had been too quick to get involved, too quick to try to be someone who could help. But maybe, in doing so, I had only made her feel more cornered.
"Answer me, Arche! Why can't you just leave me alone?"
she demanded, but I remained silent, feeling that there was no suitable answer to give.
As Valeria returned to her human form, she quickly pulled away from me, moving with swift, sharp motions. Her gaze was filled with anger, and she began to rant without pause.
"You...! Why do you always interfere in my business? Do you think you're the hero in this story? We've only just met, and you're already acting like you understand everything about me! How arrogant!"
I stood in place, unable to utter a single word. Every word from Valeria was like an arrow piercing my heart, but I knew that beneath her anger, there was a truth I couldn't deny. Indeed, we had just met, and I was already acting as if I could fix everything.
Valeria continued, her tone growing more cynical, "What do you think will happen? That I'll thank you and say, 'Oh, thank you, noble hero who I never asked for'?"
"You know nothing about me, nothing about this world, and even less about my suffering!"
"Stop pretending to understand because, in reality, you're just someone who thinks they're grand without any reason!"
Her words cut deeper, and all I could do was stand there, listening to every insult.
"Do you think this is some play where you can show up at the critical moment and save the day?"
"The world doesn't work like that, and I don't need some knight in shining armor showing up out of nowhere to fix my life!" Valeria's tone sharpened with each word.
"Maybe in your mind, you're living an epic tale, but to me, you're just a shameless fool, meddling in other people's affairs without invitation!"
I lowered my head, letting Valeria's words flood my thoughts. Every word, every insult, was a reflection of a reality I might have long avoided facing.
"You can't even take care of yourself properly, yet here you are, acting like you know what's best for me! Honestly, you're worse than a clown because at least a clown knows their place!" Valeria hissed, her voice full of anger and disdain.
I couldn't argue. Her words were true. Maybe I had been too quick to interfere, too quick to think I could be someone who could help when I knew nothing.
The heavy rain continued to pour, only adding to the coldness of the situation, but nothing was colder than Valeria's gaze, filled with hurt and anger.
I listened to every sharp word from Valeria in silence, allowing each insult to seep into me.
I knew that within every word she spoke, there was a truth I couldn't deny. But despite that, there was something I needed to say.
"What you're saying isn't wrong," I said, my voice calm even though my heart was turbulent.
"I've been too intrusive. I entered your life uninvited, trying to help as if I knew everything. But you know what? That's who I am."
I took a deep breath, meeting Valeria's gaze, which was still filled with anger.
"I help those I want to help, even when they don't ask for it. I realize that I often act like I'm a hero in an epic tale. But, Valeria..."
I paused for a moment, making sure each word I spoke was clear.
"I am a hero. Maybe not the hero you want, maybe not even the hero you need."
"But that's who I am. I will continue to do what I believe is right, no matter what you or anyone else says."
Valeria's gaze didn't soften, but I stood my ground. "You can hate me, you can be angry with me, and you can try to drive me away."
"But don't misunderstand-no matter how much you forbid me, I will still do what I believe needs to be done. Because that's who I am. I won't stand by when I can do something."
I knew my words might not change her feelings right now, but at least I could be honest with myself. "I won't leave you in your troubles, Valeria. That's not something I can ignore. Even if you hate me, I will still be here, doing what I think is right."
Valeria glared at me, her eyes burning with lingering anger. "You talk so easily about being a hero, but have you ever considered what I want? I don't need a hero! I don't need you or anyone else to save me!"
I responded calmly, "Maybe you didn't ask for it, Valeria. Maybe you feel strong enough to face this world on your own."
"But true strength isn't about doing everything alone; it's about allowing others to stand by you when the world feels too heavy."
Valeria scowled, growing more agitated.
"I don't need anyone else! All men are the same, only caring about themselves. They'll only destroy everything!"
"You're just trying to make yourself feel better by pretending to care!"
I replied gently, "Not everyone is like your brother, Valeria. Not everyone wants to destroy or control you."
"I'm not expecting anything from you, except the chance to be here, standing by your side when you need it-even if you don't realize it now."
"What do you know about what I need?" she snapped, though I could see doubt beginning to creep into her expression.
"You just talk without thinking. You don't know me, and you don't know how deep my wounds are!"
I took a step closer, despite the rain still pouring down between us.
"You're right. I don't know everything you've been through. But I do know this: in every wounded soul, there's a desire to heal."
"And in you, I see someone who needs more than just anger to survive. You need something more... and that's not wrong."
Valeria appeared increasingly confused, her resolve starting to waver.
"And what do you think I need? Don't speak as if you know everything..."
I looked at her softly, choosing my words carefully. "I know you need time. Time to trust again, to feel that not everyone in this world will betray you."
"I know you need someone you can rely on, even when the world feels dark and lonely. I don't want to change you, Valeria. I just want you to know that I'm here-for you, unconditionally."
Valeria fell silent, my words beginning to sink in, though she still looked uncertain.
"I... don't know how to trust again," she whispered, her voice filled with deep pain.
I smiled gently, extending my hand without pressing her.
"You don't have to do it now. Just know that when you're ready, I'll be here, not going anywhere."
The rain continued to pour, and in the silence accompanied by the sound of the droplets, I saw Valeria starting to tremble.
No longer from anger, but from the pain she had been holding inside her heart. Slowly, tears began to flow down her cheeks, mingling with the rain. She could no longer hold back her tears.
Without a second thought, I stepped forward and hugged her tightly. This time, she didn't resist. Her body felt weak, as if all her strength had been spent with the anger now turned into anguished tears.
"You're not alone, Valeria," I whispered in her ear, holding her tighter while the rain continued to pour on us.
"You won't be alone anymore, now..."
She sobbed in my embrace, crying the tears she had long kept at bay.
In my embrace, Valeria slowly lifted her face. Tears mingled with the rain on her cheeks, and her eyes, once filled with anger, now reflected sadness and uncertainty.
"Arche..." Her voice was weak, almost a whisper lost in the roar of the rain around us. "I can't do it alone... I... I need you to save me."
Her words, though faint, carried a heavy weight. I could feel how difficult it was for Valeria to say them, as if she had been holding back her feelings for so long that she could no longer stand alone.
I nodded slowly, looking at her with conviction.
"I will save you, Valeria. No matter what happens, I'll be by your side, through it all. You don't have to walk alone anymore."
Her sobs grew stronger, and I held her tighter, offering all the warmth and support I could.
In my heart, I promised that no matter the obstacles ahead, I would fight until the end to save Valeria, not just from the dangers outside but also from the wounds eating away at her heart.
"We'll get through this together," I whispered gently, reassuring both her and myself.
"I'm here, and I won't leave you."
We then went back to Oswald's house, and well.. Valeria apologized to Oswald.
We sat in the living room, still drenched after our chase in the rain.
Water dripped from our clothes, soaking into the sofa, which now looked pitiful with a puddle forming beneath it.
Valeria seemed awkward, sitting beside me with her gaze lowered.
Oswald stood in front of us, staring with a mix of confusion and concern.
He opened his mouth, ready to speak, but Valeria was quicker.
"Oswald,"
Valeria began, her voice soft and full of regret.
"I... I want to apologize. I know I was rude and wrong about you. I didn't mean to..."
Oswald tried to interject,
"Valeria, maybe you both should-"
"But really, I'm sorry," Valeria continued, ignoring Oswald's attempt to speak.
"I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you or Arche. I just..."
"Valeria, maybe you should-" Oswald tried again, his voice more firm this time, but I quickly cut him off.
"No, Oswald, this is important," I said, raising my hand as if to stop him. "Valeria really wants to apologize, and you know, that takes a lot of courage. So, we need to give her time to speak."
Oswald looked increasingly frustrated, but he held back from interrupting again. He opened his mouth for the third time, trying to say something.
"Right, Oswald,"
Valeria continued, still unaware of Oswald's interrupted intentions.
"I don't want any more hostility between us. I just want to..."
"You both really should change out of those clothes before-" Oswald finally managed to get a few words out, but I immediately responded.
"Oh, the clothes can wait, Oswald!" I said, waving my hand as if it were unimportant.
"What matters is that we resolve this. These wet clothes are just... well, a symbol of us weathering the storm together, right?"
Oswald just stared at us, raising his eyebrows as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He shook his head slightly, seemingly giving up on trying to stop us.
"You know," I continued,
"maybe this is a sign. Maybe we need to sit on this wet sofa and reflect on the meaning of... oh, wait, wait a minute, Oswald, did you want to say something?"
Oswald finally sighed, lifting both hands in surrender. "No... nothing important anymore. You two just do whatever you want. I'll... go find some towels or something."
Valeria and I exchanged a glance, then chuckled softly, realizing how absurd the situation was.
"Maybe we really should change clothes," Valeria murmured quietly.
"But after we finish this," I said, a broad smile still on my face.
"After all, the sofa's already wet, right? No harm in sitting here a little longer."
Oswald just shook his head as he walked out of the room, probably to find towels, while we remained there, soaked but feeling a bit lighter after everything that had happened.
After we dried off with towels, the atmosphere in the living room grew calmer.
Oswald returned to his chair, gazing at us with a serious expression.
"So, what's your plan now?"
he asked, his voice full of concern.
"What are you going to do next?"
I exchanged a glance with Valeria before looking back at Oswald with determination.
"We're going to save this country,"
I said firmly.
"We can't just stand by while everything falls apart before our eyes."
Oswald raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised but clearly intrigued.
"And when do you plan to start this operation?"
A faint smile crossed my lips as I felt adrenaline begin to surge through me.
"Tonight,"
I replied without hesitation.
"We'll move tonight."
Valeria looked at me, slightly puzzled. "Tonight? Why tonight? Why not tomorrow, or..." she asked, her voice filled with questions.
I leaned in a little closer to her, my tone brimming with enthusiasm.
"Because, Valeria... we are creatures of the night."
Valeria looked startled for a moment but then slowly returned a faint smile, though her expression remained stoic.
She finally nodded, as if starting to understand the plan forming in my mind.
Oswald, who had been merely listening, suddenly stood up. His face was resolute, full of a determination that seemed to have just awakened.
"Then I'll join you. This is my birthplace, and I won't let it be destroyed without a fight."
Valeria and I exchanged glances again before nodding in unison.
"Alright, Oswald," I said, feeling the same fire ignite within me.
"We'll fight together. Tonight, we begin to save this country-with or without anyone else's help."
The three of us stood in the center of the room, the air thick with tension and resolve.
We began our preparations from the early afternoon, turning the living room into our operations center.
Oswald, Valeria, and I worked together to meticulously plan every detail of our mission.