Chapter 2: Claude Vanderheinz of the Vanderheinz Empire?
My body hurt but my attention was focused on that person.
A guy in... bizarre clothing appeared, holding a gleaming sword, and surrounded by a storm.
He slashed the winged creature into two, its poor eyes never would be together again. A few of those monsters flew to him, coming from the outside, but the guy skillfully killed them one by one, as if fighting with those kinds of beings was his calling.
I wonder who he was. A cosplayer? A rescuer cladded in...oh, a princely outfit. European? His golden hair shines like the sun, and it's hurting my eyes.
I blinked. Maybe I was just dreaming. However, when I opened my eyes again, the chatterbox was already beside me. And the weird guy was looking down at me. Yeah, contact lenses exist, but something tells me his aquamarine eyes were real.
"Hey, take care of him," he said like he was some unaffectionate father leaving his son to his nanny.
I glanced to my side and found the son was already asleep. "Is he even still alive?" I couldn't help but ask.
"He just fainted."
I nodded. I checked the chatterbox's pulse and yes, he's indeed still breathing. My back hurts from hitting the wall, so I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of him. If the wall behind us collapses, I will have to leave him.
But I didn't voice it out and just reassured him.
The room smelled of blood and dust. Due to this, the remaining monsters outside flocked into the room. I watched as the guy engaged in battle again. Behind them, outside the vast sky, several black holes where these creatures came from began disappearing.