He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.
They stopped a few feet away, holding themselves back.
"Do... do you know what you just did, hmmm ?" Her brow twitched as she spoke.
"..." What could I have really said, nothing.
"If it wasn't for the fact that you're a noble... and that you-" Her words were interrupted.
"He doesn't know tha-" She wasn't done.
Lifting her hand with one finger up, he stopped talking, he knew then that she wasn't just angry.
"...and that you own this place, there would have been consequences... do better." She turned around and walked away, her fist digging into itself.
Looking at Rico he was visually surprised, something she had said had stuck with him, me too.
"I... own this place... ?" I asked looking him in the eyes.
"Ahhhh... ya really didn't figure it out from just the name... really ?" One brow was now high above the other, his lips crumpled.
"The... name... F's..." I was now making eye contact with grass, I had realized my stupidity.