EX-Brave Wants a Quiet Life

Amur firm in the prime location of the royal capital of Svia

"Zeol Dragger," the modern head and the boss who drove out Amur, was in a very bad situation right now.

The start was, of course, an accident that occurred at the Earl's House.

He was found guilty of a design mistake, was called by the National Assembly, was pursued, was abandoned by his client's nobleman, and was resigned by members one after another, paying hefty compensation.

It is a fall that looks like a picture.

"Why ... this happened ... I was supposed to drive Amur out of orbit and ...!"

Zeol who is alone in his room.

"In the first place, that was not what I designed! I'm not directly bad!"

"No, as an architect, you forget the basics."

Zeol suddenly raised his voice and raised his face.

Emold was in front of the door.

"So, Master ... Why are you here? Can you give me a helping hand?"

Emold sighs,

"Well, in a sense, it might be a salvation ... Zeol, you've forgotten what's most important as an architect.

"What is important ...?"

"I don't understand ... You didn't hear me when I was training with me. The house is a place where residents live comfortably and happily. But, you were dazzled by your immediate position and honor, and downplayed your most important "safety."

"Oh, that's ... but not just me! The architects around you are doing something similar!"

"Yes, it's not my education. I'm going to take responsibility. So you take responsibility."

"If you say responsibility, ...?"

"Fold this firm and wash your feet out of the architectural world. You weren't right."

"Well, is it ... expulsion ...?!?"

"I guess that's what you meant. Is it natural for me, my teacher, to give guidance?"

Zeor crashed down.

A few days later, the Amur firm closed.