This is a multimedia webnovel with giant city-crushing monsters, a valiant man who dares to fight them, a hero who loses himself on a righteous path, and a darkness which conceives a profound love. But I suck at descriptions, so I strongly encourage...
Lazaro shook his head and explained, "I don't stay with the people I save because I don't want to hear their worthless bullshit. I don't like to hear people cry about the victims, and I don't need people following me around like that stray girl over there. I carried you with me because you have potential. You're naïve and you're weak, but you have potential. I can tell that that wasn't your first meeting with an Interfectus. I'm willing to take you on as an apprentice, but only if you understand that they'll kill you in the end. No other conclusion."
"I've accepted long ago that pain is inevitable. I've come to welcome it."
"I'm not talking about pain, boy. I'm talking about death," Lazaro retorted.
"Death is the ultimate freedom, but it won't happen to me. The universe won't let me die, at least not until I slay the Interfecti," said Hatasuko.
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Vaida glanced up from her albapomus with a look of intrigue. She carefully watched Lazaro and Hatasuko with her good eye. With a sigh, Lazaro replied, "You have an inflated sense of self-importance, but I don't really care. You're going to die from this whether you accept it or not. It doesn't matter. I want the both of you to hurry up and finish eating; I have some weapons to show you. Pick up your fruit and walk with me into the woods. The sail-ranae aren't far from here."
Without any delay, Lazaro crouched down and picked up his warhammer. He was still equipped with a whip and the odd sack, though the sack looked smaller than it was in the city. Lazaro kept his whip and his sack fastened to his clothes so that he did not have to hold them. As soon as she saw Lazaro preparing to leave, Vaida scurried to gather her belongings. She picked up her short swords and sheathed them in the holster on her back. She hooked her whip to her left side, slung the sack over her shoulder, and then used both hands to pick up the juicy white fruit.
"What is a sail-rana?" Hatasuko asked Vaida as she rose to her feet.
"It's a vehicle we built. I think it's really cool," she answered with a cheerful voice.
Hatasuko looked over so that he could thank her, but he accidentally became distracted by her dead eye. He noticed with intrigue that she could make the same movements with both eyes. They both stared together at an object, and they both created the same expression, though they still looked very different. As soon as Vaida realized that he was staring at her scarred eye, she flinched and covered her face with the albapomus in her right hand. Her fingernails almost looked unnatural because of the dark scars that stained her fingers; her hand became sweaty as she stood there.
"I'm so sorry. I'll, um, I'll try my best to hide it," she said with a quiet, shaky voice.
"Hey! Are you coming or not? I'm not gonna slow down for you," Lazaro yelled as he walked between the trees.
Hatasuko quietly said to her, "You don't need to hide anything! It's my fault. I haven't talked to any actual people in a very long time; I haven't heard anything but the screams of lost souls. I don't mean to stare, and I know I shouldn't. I will try to stop. It's just that your eyes... they're really pretty."
