I'm the Crazy One in the Family

The first time Luke tasted sourness was when he had an orange. At the time, he was sure that there was no food more sour than oranges. A long time after that, he became aware of lemons, which could make one’s mouth water just by hearing the name. After this, Luke redefined sourness, now knowing that lemons were truly sour and that oranges were actually sweet.

And at that moment, Luke was relearning the formula of orange and lemon. The Liqueur he felt beside Keter was orange, but separated from Keter, it became a lemon.

Even without a special ability to sense misfortune, the dirty gazes toward him were filled with all sorts of vile emotions. It felt as though his misfortune-detecting ability had broken, as waves of misfortune surged from every direction. This was the real Liqueur.

“Damn, what a headache.”

That careless remark Luke uttered in frustration might have been dismissed as simple muttering to oneself in Sefira, but here, it was different. The gazes toward him shifted; it was as if the prey had admitted its vulnerability.

Luke already knew how ruthless Liqueur could be, which was why he clutched his bow and arrow tightly in his hands. But he couldn’t let himself relax enough to properly scan his surroundings.

I get that you’re trying to toughen me up... but this feels like getting shoved off a cliff.

Luke threw warning glances at the Liqueurians cautiously circling him. He made it clear that he was not easy prey.

I see you. I know you’re there.

But that was all he could do. The warning seemed to work for now, but he couldn’t keep this up forever.

What kind of city doesn’t even have signs... and the streets are way too confusing.