Curtis didn't say a word for a whole day.
But the very next day, as if nothing had happened, he returned to normal and started talking nicely.
People don't change that easily.
No matter how much you are struggling in despair and hope inside, outwardly you tend to act as usual out of inertia.
"How is it? Do you feel like doing something?"
"…I, I...."
"There aren't that many knights who can handle mana. Just being able to handle mana will get you the best treatment in any territory."
"That is… so...."
"It would be good to think about this and that in advance so that when the time comes, you don't waste time and energy on useless things."
"...."
Carl would not leave Curtis alone like that.
He constantly whispered dreams and hopes to Curtis, who was trying to run away wearing a mask of inertia, and whipped him to look back on his weak self.
What's important is the gap between the two.
