[ In response to her greeting, he gives her a polite smile as he approaches the two. ]
- Thank you.
[ The awkwardness he feels is hopefully concealed. It's a secret after all - that he doesn't exactly know what to say or do when welcomed back like this. Perhaps it's the years of solitude he endured in Middle East (in that other world, long time ago) or his inability to be truly normal like the others. Whatever the reason may be, it's a dilemma he discovered after settling down in Chaldea. But alas, that is of no importance right now. ]
Well ... [ Stopping next to Ritsuka, he recounts what he has seen: the empty streets, the tightly shut houses, and the eerie, listless atmosphere that seems to perpetuate the town. ] If I had to hazard a guess, we seem to be somewhere in medieval Europe, judging by the town's Gothic architecture. I've tried to question one of the townspeople, but I didn't have much luck with those wandering outside.
However, I did find this on the town's church bulletin. Perhaps it'll help us solve our whereabouts.
[ He takes out a weathered parchment paper from his pocket and unfolds it. The words "Cavete Mures" are hand-written on the paper along with drawings of alarmingly large rats decorating its borders. They look menacing with their sharp claws and feral eyes. ]
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- Thank you.
[ The awkwardness he feels is hopefully concealed. It's a secret after all - that he doesn't exactly know what to say or do when welcomed back like this. Perhaps it's the years of solitude he endured in Middle East (in that other world, long time ago) or his inability to be truly normal like the others. Whatever the reason may be, it's a dilemma he discovered after settling down in Chaldea. But alas, that is of no importance right now. ]
Well ... [ Stopping next to Ritsuka, he recounts what he has seen: the empty streets, the tightly shut houses, and the eerie, listless atmosphere that seems to perpetuate the town. ] If I had to hazard a guess, we seem to be somewhere in medieval Europe, judging by the town's Gothic architecture. I've tried to question one of the townspeople, but I didn't have much luck with those wandering outside.
However, I did find this on the town's church bulletin. Perhaps it'll help us solve our whereabouts.
[ He takes out a weathered parchment paper from his pocket and unfolds it. The words "Cavete Mures" are hand-written on the paper along with drawings of alarmingly large rats decorating its borders. They look menacing with their sharp claws and feral eyes. ]
I believe it reads, "Beware of rats."