Happy Life
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Siegfried sat calmly on the floor, leaning his back against the wall and listening to the commotion of his neighbors.
Magic? Nerve gas? Arntz Thaimon? Maybe a trap was triggered prematurely? No, I don't remember any of that. At least the owner got what he deserved, although, of course, he's just an ordinary person, and there's no reason to blame him. What was he even doing here? Was he affected by whatever happened to us? Well, I can't just sit here.
Siegfried carefully examined the bars and the lock. They don't look new.
I'll try... like this.
Siegfried took off his "shirt," wrapped it around his wrist, and struck the vulnerable spot of the grate with maximum power.
Magic? Nerve gas? Arntz Thaimon? Maybe a trap was triggered prematurely? No, I don't remember any of that. At least the owner got what he deserved, although, of course, he's just an ordinary person, and there's no reason to blame him. What was he even doing here? Was he affected by whatever happened to us? Well, I can't just sit here.
Siegfried carefully examined the bars and the lock. They don't look new.
I'll try... like this.
Siegfried took off his "shirt," wrapped it around his wrist, and struck the vulnerable spot of the grate with maximum power.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
