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“Later, when things calm down, go to the Black Workshop labs and bring that sword with you.”
“Well then, see you later.”
A last smile, and Franz Reinford was gone.
It felt weird, to see the armoury without Valimar or Ordine. Jusis took a long breath, and stared at the blue sword again ( he was never so relieved to see blue instead of red… ). Millium was not talking anymore, but the light was still there. He knew she was still safe, only sleeping.
So, why was he still so anxious?
“I knew you would be here.”
Well, if he needed distraction, some light banter wouldn’t hurt.
“Regnitz,” Jusis answered. “Did you feel lonely, with everyone else sleeping?”
“Haha… Hey, you need rest too. Millium will be fine.”
Well, guess bantering wasn’t going to happen . Not with Machias making such a worried face.
“Hn… I’ll go in a bit.”
“You know, Millium would probably laugh and force you to rest if she was awake.”
“Gh… going for the throat, aren’t you?”
Machias laughed and put his arm around Jusis’ shoulders. “Of course. Someone needs to do it or we’ll have to punch you just like you did to your brother.”
He didn’t feel like taking a punch from Machias (or worse, from someone like Angelica and Laura) because of lone-wolf tendencies , so Jusis only nodded and walked towards their rooms.
Tomorrow would be full of things to do, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.