Hourly Sinclair 🐣

Huh? Above you, Mr. Heathcliff!

We've always had to sacrifice ourselves to solve anything, after all…

Yeah… There were some weird… larva-like things in there, and… (There is a mark on the page. Something wet dripped here and dried.)

I-I did it… I doubt I could make it work again, though.

Oh… Our allies all seem psyched. Why don't we take advantage of this, Manager?

(The child, with his trembling and nervous voice, was teaching swordplay to the Association member. A confusing sight, indeed.) (Even more confusing was that, somehow, the child was the Director of Cinq Association Section 4.)

…Anyone would have done the same. They said if I don't reveal the source of the technology… I'll be forcefully repatriated to S Corp.

I'm Sinclair… Emil Sinclair. Oh, my number is, uhm… eleven.

Finally, once this is over… We can get out of here.

I think… I did well enough to be acknowledged by her.

⏰: <Sinclair, do you know what that Kromer meant by "that familiar spot"?> 🐣: That's… well… (Sinclair shook. He was seemingly overwhelmed with dread.) (But I could also see a teeth-grinding anger in him that surpassed his fear.)

Huh? No… I thought… the duel was… going well…

Phew, took care of that one.

We would've been burnt to a crisp had it struck even a little closer…

So uh… I just need to use my arm to… Woaaah?! Did I do that right…? I can just topple them, just like that?!

Maybe this stele… is an outcome of that desperate desire…? Just like in that story, you know?