“Master…?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Your master.”

Zich got up and picked up a nearby box. He placed the box next to Tim’s side and sat on top of it. 

“In the future, Tim, you become an unimaginably great villain.”

Like an old man reminiscing about the past, Zich’s eyes became sentimental. Zich’s face appeared too young to be making a face like that, but Tim thought the expression didn’t look awkward on him.

“So, you become my underling.”

“…Didn’t you say that you do kind acts? How could you accept a villain as your subordinate then?”

“In the future, I will become an even greater villain than you.”

“What nonsense.”

“It’s true. Then, how do you think I know about your habits and weaknesses that even you aren’t aware of?”

“…Okay then, let’s say that those kinds of things happen in the future. But how do you know of all these things? Are you some prophet who can read the future or something?”

“Or I could be a regressor who came from the future.”

Zich’s words sounded like lies and confused Tim; it sounded too unrealistic. However, if Zich’s unbelievable words were really true, it would make everything Zich said more persuasive. Yet, Tim gave up on thinking farther than that. He...