Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"Hmm... will you... All right, then you guys take Abel to the village and say goodbye. In the meantime, I'm going to do a little more research on this tape."

"Roger. So we're not going back to the hotel for today?

"Let's do that. Exactly. I'm tired too."

Saying so, Carla hit her hand on her deeply bent hips and pounded her several times.

But Gaius was still looking a lot better, although he looked somewhat tired.

Carla then glanced sharply at Gaius like that and said, jumping up one eyebrow gently.

"Well, your total amount of magic didn't seem to run out in today's battle, did it?

"What? Oh, looks like it."

"Even during the onboard special training, I didn't know because I always ran out of health before I ran out of magic... but the truth is, how much of your total magic is it?

"Come on...... what do you really think?

"Fair enough. They'll be here any minute... come on, we're going back to the hotel."

Say it, Carla, just left the room early enough, as you said.

The leftover Gaius remembered what had happened there, and often thought about it.

"... the total amount of magic... there's actually no limit..."

Gaius followed Carla and left the room behind.

Two.

"So tomorrow, we're leaving for Abel's village."

Gaius went back to the hotel and visited Abel and the others' room to inform them of his earlier decision.

Abel held on tight to Gaius and showed her gratitude.

"Because Master Carla will remain on Tabe?

Gaius answered Rodemur's question.

"Yes, maybe there's something left to grab in the footsteps of the signal."

"Really, it would be a big deal if that 'Prometheus fake book' were used somewhere again."

"Yeah. So hopefully we'll find it... What do you think we'll do if we don't find it?

"You say?

"No, so when we get Abel back to the village and back to Tabe, if we haven't grabbed the footsteps of Signus yet, do you think Carla will return us to Elmour?

"... come on, what about that..."

"... hey... they'll definitely take you around somewhere..."

"... probably..."

"... hey... now Raydom's taking me..."

Gaius was greatly sick and tired of imagining himself being taken from Tabe, the old capital of the Kingdom of Dallas, on the western edge of the vast continent of Melissa, to the United Kingdom of Raidham, on the eastern edge between which he sandwiched the Pope of Lowenglin.

"... there may never be..."

Rodemul also looked a little fed up with what he had imagined.

Then Abel, who was clinging to Gaius, looked surprised and compared the two faces.

"... what's wrong?

Gaius glanced at Rodemul once and nodded loudly before peeking into Abel's face with a gentle smile.

"It's nothing. We're leaving for Abel's village tomorrow!

With that said, Abel clung to Gaius again less of a delight.

(Well, let's try to chase and think about the rest... because I don't know I thought about it anyway...)