The Tree of Might, Exousia
Marco and his friends spent the night in the village. And as the morning rises, their activity is bound to begin once again.
“Where... are you going, N-Nina?” Scias asked.
“Oh, I’m going to wander around a bit. It’s not the time for Aily to wake up, yet so I think exploring the village might just be good change of pace.”
“I see. Do y-you need company?” Scias offered.
“Nah, I’ll be fine on my own. Thank you for your concern, Scias,” Nina smiled, turning down his offer.
“I, I see...”
“Well, then, I’ll be going now. See you later, Scias!” said Nina as she left the house.
“(Might as well take a breather... I should see Marco first...)”
The tall swordsman heads out to a room in the chief’s house. Standing in front of the door, Scias knocks the wooden door.
Instead of getting an answer, he finds the door creaking open as his fingerbones hit it. The door isn’t locked nor is it closed.
“...Marco?” he opened the door deliberately.