Translator: Hidamarisou Editor: Silavin Nick grimaced as he said the name of this man, that was connected to him.
Translator: Hidamarisou Editor: Silavin “Weren’t you going to catch Stepping Man? Well, doing regular work like this is a big help to us so it’s not like I’m complaining.”
Translator: Hidamarisou Editor: Silavin It was getting late. She usually got home before sunset.
Translator: Hidamarisou Editor: Silavin A shady smile was seen on Olivia’s face as Nick read her card.
Translator: Hidamarisou Editor: Silavin “Oh? Back so soon?”
Translator: Hidamarisou Editor: Silavin His father, whose face he could barely remember, was a drunk.
Translator: Hidamarisou Editor: Silavin The man that came in yelling was bald and wore a cassock. He seemed very much out of place. Unlike Sem, who wore a black cassock, he was wearing a deep blue one, meaning he served Lowell, the god of chance.
Translator: Hidamarisou Editor: Silavin Nick and the others kept walking until they came across a crude looking signboard.
