The atmosphere grew tense, but Julian, already used to it, didn't see it as a threat anymore.
"Friendly and polite, huh? I don't think he'd be like that with me, huh?" Julian asked himself with a blank expression.
Sagara pressed the handgun to Julian's head.
"Why are you so quiet!? Hurry up and answer my question!" Sagara said.
"Alright Alright, I'll answer, but first, get your gun away from my head" Julian replied with a resigned expression.
Sagara immediately put the gun away and put it back in the pocket of his alma mater jacket. Julian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face Sagara. Sagara walked to the high fence behind him, then sat on the floor, crossed his legs, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Why is he sitting there, when there are chairs provided in every corner?" Julian thought to himself with a flat expression.
"So what do you want?" Sagara asked, his gaze intent on Julian.
Seeing this, Julian sighed and walked closer to Sagara, saying.
