After having lunch, Amon left before everyone else. On the way back to his house, he saw Malphas walking calmly with his cane.
Amon raised his hand slightly in greeting and smiled. "Hello, Grandpa Malphas."
Malphas looked at him and lifted a brow in mild surprise. "Ohh, kiddo. Going home before everyone?"
Amon shrugged casually. "Yeah... got something to do."
Malphas tilted his head slightly, his expression curious. "Hmm, what could you possibly have to do here? Well, anyways. Not that I want to know."
Amon chuckled softly. "Hehe~ it's nothing special. Just men's things."
They both walked silently for a while.
Soon it would be time to move. To get out of this loop. By escaping, Amon remembered the old man's story.
After a moment, Amon glanced at him. "Hey... you heard about those things, right? About those towers?"
Malphas nodded slowly, a faint hope appearing in his eyes. "Yes, I did. Its been months already since I heard about them."
