'Wait... why is she speaking differently from the madman?'
It suddenly struck him—her way of speaking was more modern, while the madman and the others used an old-fashioned style.
If this was really a memory from a long time ago, then she should've been talking like the rest of them. But, she didn't.
This meant one thing: she had knowledge about the modern world, and that made her different from everyone else here.
'Is she playing with me?' he muttered to himself.
He stared at her, considering whether she would react if he tried to grab her by the neck..
But before he could act on his plan, the metal gate began to creak open, drawing everyone's attention to the entrance.
This time, a group of soldiers entered. Each one carried a katana and wore black and blue kimonos that looked more like uniforms than traditional attire.