Lorenzo needs rest right now.
"Whew..."
He sighed deeply, as if trying to squeeze all the air out of his lungs, and slumped comfortably into the sofa.
When he first returned to Ingwig, Lorenzo had a gloomy face every day. Every time Eve saw him, she said he looked like he was bearing a great grudge.
Well, she's not wrong.
Anyone who had learned the brutal truth of demons descending upon a crumbling world would probably feel terrible too. Lorenzo thought he was handling it relatively well; others might have gone insane by now.
Back then, Lorenzo was exceptionally anxious. After his recovery, he began training himself, frequently visiting the Purification Mechanism to inquire about the technical progress of Merlin's Armor of Original Sin.
Lorenzo didn't know how to deal with the future he envisioned. He was panicking, but beyond improving his combat abilities, he couldn't think of any other solution.
