Let's Get a Different House

“Yuna, let’s get a different house.”

Franz said after much deliberation. Because no matter how much he thought about it, it wasn't a problem he could just let slide.

Of course, nothing might happen at all. The Cultists might surrender meekly, or perhaps they might have already fled. But if there was even the slightest possibility of trouble, it was right to avoid it.

He just felt a little sorry for Yuna. She had gone to such lengths to choose her favorite house, only to be told to change it.

“Huh? Why? Is there something wrong with it?”

Yuna tilted her head in confusion.

Something wrong? Of course there was. And it was something very bad.

If he could have told her beforehand, none of this would have happened, but he had unfortunately learned the truth about the code too late.

“There’s a possibility that Cultists are hiding in that rocky mountain you just mentioned. And not just any Cultists – they are Executives. They’re powerful individuals.”

In the end, Franz laid out the truth. It seemed easier to persuade her by being honest rather than making up some strange excuse...