But Rosalia was right, wasn't she? The Storyteller needed all the help they could get, and didn't have to rescue any of them from marauding Erasers. Still, it chilled him even now to think of them devouring that peaceful little coastal town he'd spent his life growing up in. Poor Iwatobi...
Relieved, he smiled. "Right! You can count on me, Rosalia-san."
But no sooner had the words left his lips that he noticed, amid the beautiful ringing of tower bells denoting the hour, a sound that bore a ascendant level of beauty itself: The nearby fountain just a block down rushed and rose, the water dancing to the ringing. A cheery but ultimately useless feature, but it vexed him.
His heart was racing uncomfortably. He tugged his collar.
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But Rosalia was right, wasn't she? The Storyteller needed all the help they could get, and didn't have to rescue any of them from marauding Erasers. Still, it chilled him even now to think of them devouring that peaceful little coastal town he'd spent his life growing up in. Poor Iwatobi...
Relieved, he smiled. "Right! You can count on me, Rosalia-san."
But no sooner had the words left his lips that he noticed, amid the beautiful ringing of tower bells denoting the hour, a sound that bore a ascendant level of beauty itself: The nearby fountain just a block down rushed and rose, the water dancing to the ringing. A cheery but ultimately useless feature, but it vexed him.
His heart was racing uncomfortably. He tugged his collar.
"Oh no... not now...!"