So, this world only seemed safe. You never knew what disaster might befall you in the next moment...
'Fucking hell!'
Lloyd cursed to himself, indignant over the painter's tragic fate.
Even though they had never even exchanged names, the man had remembered his promise and had the final painting delivered.
Lloyd glanced at the painter's final work again. After a moment's thought, he picked up a nail and hammer, took the painting down, and hung it in the adjacent lounge to keep it from getting dirty while he researched the Orbits.
Even if laymen couldn't appreciate the painting, Lloyd still wanted to preserve it properly.
After that, he went home. Not feeling much like cooking, he went out and picked up dinner for two.
Evelor was coming home rather late today, so Lloyd collapsed on the sofa, waiting for his sister while flipping through a cheap paperback novel.
But perhaps because the novel wasn't very good, he started to feel drowsy as he read and eventually fell asleep.
