Havel grumbled at my words.

  “What’s so interesting about something you see every day?”


  “So, should I say it’s not amazing, even though it is?”


  “.……”


  ‘Don’t pick a fight you can’t win.’


  That’s what made him cute, though. As I smiled, Havel, who was staring at me, frowned with an angry face.

  “I don’t like you.”


  “I don’t like you too.”


  ‘Well, do you have anything else to say? Go on if you want to try.’


  I raised my chin as if telling him to pick a fight if he could. Somehow, Havel just stepped back. Perhaps he was only at a loss for words even though he wanted to argue. Oh, you’re quite cute.

  He’s grumpy just like Graecito when I first met him. However, Graecito would proudly say that he would protect me now like a big brother. Now that I thought about it, he was so cute when he used to pick fights with me too.

  Havel must be wary of me since I would just smile and stare at him. Havel looked at me with a frown. However, I was not thinking about anything. One would only harm themselves by worrying, after all. However, I would not bother myself by telling this to him. I was too lazy.

  The Winter Tree I saw only after a long time still looked so fresh. Winter was coming soon, so it seemed to be emitting heat that it had been engulfing during the summer. Somehow, in the warmth and gentleness of the air, I smiled. At that moment, I opened my eyes wide while looking at Havel’s hands.

  “What’s wrong with your hand?”


  His hands were all red. I took Havel’s hand in shock. He seemed to be embarrassed by my touch for a moment, and Havel soon struck my side.

  “Don’t touch me!”


  “Don’t be so fussy.”


  It was not like I would hit him. Did he have to be so hostile even if I just wanted to examine him?

  I didn’t want to touch him even when he warned me not to. I just stayed still. Since I just stayed quiet and stared at Havel, he felt embarrassed about stroking my hand and cleared his throat.

  “.…… it’s from practicing sword fighting.”


  Sword fighting? What was he talking about?

  “You tore your hands because of sword fighting?”


  No way. I frowned right away. However, Havel didn’t give me a reply. I just glared at his attitude while acting like, ‘it’s your choice if you wanna believe it or not.’ Was he saying that it was true, then?

  It was so unbelievable that I just looked back on Assisi for no reason. I needed assurance.

  “Assisi, does that make sense?”


  However, the answer returned in less than a second.

  “I used to practice like that as well.”


  “.……”


  These people were insane.

  I only felt sorry for him. God, how could these crazy people still be alive? Did this make sense?