Zich swerved his pen in all directions while humming. From behind him, Lyla looked at the unfinished letter that Zich had written.

“Is there something you want to request from the magical tower? Tell me if you want anything—like money, magic circles, or treasures. You can even ask the master of the magical tower to dance in front of the tower under the bright moon. After all, we have his granddaughter’s life in our grasp.”

“There’s nothing. And what is the point of blackmailing them for something like that?”

“For fun.”

“…You won’t be able to die an easy death.”

“Even if that happens, I don’t intend to give up my way of living.”

“Don’t try to frame your trashy behavior as some kind of philosophy of life.”

“Lyla wishes to pass on, ‘Don’t try to frame your trashy behavior as some kind of philosophy of life…”

“What are you writing!”

Zich quickly evaded Lyla’s hands. His movements were surprisingly fast and nimble . Lyla moved her hands a couple of times, but Zich avoided them all by just moving his torso.

“No matter how good at punching you are, you can’t do anything to me.” Zich lifted his finger up and down. However, when he saw Lyla reach for her...