CH 5

‘Haa, it's one challenge after another.’

I had never smoked a cigarette in my original world, and neither had I since I moved into the novel. No one, including me, was allowed to smoke in front of me. It was because of a comrade who suffered from asthma as a child.

“I don't want to. Clean it up.”

“Yes, Master.”

The carriage entered the Imperial Palace.

‘A lot has changed here too…….’

Indeed. Many buildings were collapsed and destroyed by the demonic beasts, so they had no choice but to build new ones. Still, the old look didn't completely disappear. Watching it brought back memories.

Escaping the Imperial Palace with Leonhart and drinking beer. Wandering all day after going into the maze garden with Owen by mistake. Blowing up a tower while trying to make magic items with Ruspel.

‘The tower is the same?’

The tower, which had had its roof blown off when the punitive forces and the Imperial Palace left, was now intact.

‘Why did they leave that there?’

The other buildings were changed to a magnificent Gothic style, except for that tower, which was built of plain red bricks.

‘It's been a while since I've been itching.’

As an architect, my hands were itchy when I saw buildings that did not fit the atmosphere. I wanted to draw the blueprint again.

‘I hope my hands haven’t got stiff…….’

I cracked my knuckles and smirked.

In Part 1, whenever there was a gap, I would scribble designs on napkins or on the dirt floor. Because I thought I could go back soon.

‘But I moved on to Part 2. Damn it.’