Epilogue (5)

★ Lark ★

When the boss and the other man whipped around in surprise, they saw the young lady—Lark—halfway out of the room.

She had shed her battle clothes and was dressed in a shirt and trousers made of unbleached linen. The outfit looked shabby, and Lark herself was visibly gaunt.

"Young lady! What the hell are you doing up? You're supposed to be asleep!"

"Shut up. I'm still full of energy."

Lark came walking over with one hand against the wall, her forehead drenched in sweat.

"Where exactly do you see any energy in you? We're so worried our hearts are about to burst. Please, just stay put."

"Don't be ridiculous. You two were so useless I had to go out there myself."

"A monster that huge? We should've ignored it. You were the one roaring about 'crushing it,' young lady. It wasn't worth turning the Moonlit Beauty around just to do that."

"You can't just overlook it... If you have the power to defeat it and run away instead, I couldn't let my little brother see me doing that—"...