Hourly Sinclair 🐣

Did I do something wrong…?

The talismans… shouldn't be too sparse. But… there shouldn't be too many of them on my body, either.

Hey, um… Thank you for making that decision.

I guess so. There was nothing we could've done. Still… I don't think Demian held any animosity against us.

These talismans… can impede movement. The more of them are attached… the more the curse piles up.

🐣: …Christmas decorations everywhere… 🐣: There's still some time until Christmas, though. Sinclair looked to the ground with a somber expression.

The arm Sinclair was using to hold his weapon was growing limp by the second. He nevertheless continues in Kromer's direction.

H-How about we get the music going again?

We did suffer some losses, but… only the outcome matters in the end.

⛈: Uhnn. Didn't doze. Thanks to some sod who's been constantly stepping on my foot… 🐣: …Mm. Mm… What a nice weather today, huh? (⏰: It was Sinclair who was stepping on his foot, at the rather forcible behest of Ishmael, but I held my silence.)

Still, if you've seen that clock… and the visions of promise…? Hm. Perhaps this has something to do with that promise you made with him.

🐣: …Understood. Sinclair gave you a vexing glare as you placed a hand on his shoulder, but he soon hung his head low and assented. …Hopefully, this was the right call. You decided to watch and wait until the torture was over. (Sinclair lost 50 SP!) (Don Quixote lost 15 SP!)

I've only heard of the Great Lake but never saw it myself… So this is what it looks like, huh…

Focus… on the tip of my blade…

My legs have long given up. My mouth couldn't move. It was as if my whole body refused to cooperate.

You're… all insane… out of your minds…

000 Dawn Office Fixer — Base

🐣: So… if he gives the order to… attack us, Lady Nelly would… 🧹: Oh, pish posh! Ridiculous!