Arata woke up the next day a little bruised up. Madam Kovalenko had helped him treat his wounds a little, but there was some emptiness eating away at Arata’s insides.

  Even with the ability to turn back time, it was already too late. Selena was gone forever. While Madam Kovalenko seemed to be down in the dumps, it was nothing like Clemence, who hasn’t left her room since, only taking food from Madam Kovalenko.

  I guess she just needs a little time to recover; she hasn’t stopped eating after all. Arata gets up that morning when he decides to go for a walk. He makes his way to the lobby, where he sees a conversation. A man with ginger hair, slightly puffy cheeks, the face of a doll, and a stomach full of blubber. His eyes were brown, shining yet narrow. He wore a suit of notably good taste, better than Cayden’s or Clemence’s wardrobe.

  The man speaks with Madam Kovalenko, “Ma’am, I know it is too early now for a girl, but I’m here on business. If I may speak to two individuals, Arata and Clemence.”

  Arata, intervening, points out, “She hasn’t left her room since the incident… I doubt you’d have much luck, sorry.” Who is he, if I had to guess, obviously a nobl-

  The man makes a short bow, “Greetings, Mr. Arata. I am Allen Baker, the lord of this city. I wish you could accept my gratitude for helping during the Beelzebub incident.”

  Damn… Rachamah did all the work, though, I think she wouldn't want credit either way. But doesn't that place huge expectations on me? Arata stands there in shock at being thanked, wondering to himself about who this man is. If I recall, Morgan said something back when we went out drinking about him.

  Baker smiles, “I heard you were quite new to this town… I wanted to grant you an opportunity. I want your talents. If you could work for me, I would be most delighted, Mr. Arata. My forces took a heavy blow while fending off the demon's spawn.”

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  Arata’s eyes widen at the thought; he knows nothing about the man in front of him. Work, I’m not so sure, but this man is loaded… information, resources, political standing, connections, charisma. If I have any shot against an opponent like Beelzebub again, I’ll need to do more to prepare and this man has the resources.

  Prepare… get stronger… more proficient with my ability. Wait- Arata darts up, asking Baker, “Sorry, you just reminded me of something very important I had to do? Do you have a business card or something?”

  “Business card?” Baker replies in clear confusion.

  Arata rushes his way over to the wall. He plans on climbing the lift to the top. He tries to get back to the beach hut, hoping Rachamah might be there. Making his way out to the beach hut, he opens the door and sees it’s unlocked.

  Looking around the place, there were no lights on, no noise, and no meat inside; she wasn’t home. He finds a paper on the table, something written out on it.

  “Arata if you are reading this maybe I was right about my hunch on you being a very strange man not bad rather I see a collabration opportunity since you act fairly predictably for someone within your context thus I am sure I don’t have to be wary of you people from another world can’t use mana in this world we have a special organ for it that organ is tied to the soul even if you reform it you cannot gain that organ yet somehow you can inflewnce it don’t worry I don’t kill and eat just any human especially since you would pose some risk in that regard there’s a fishing manual and cooking guide behind the counter if you want to open up shop I originally planned on burning down the property before I went on my hunt but you can use it if you like we’ll go our separate ways now Arata until we meet again and I owe you one for saving me.” Rachamah signs off on her note.

  Her writing sucks… guess it's passable given she's not from this country.

  Arata was just given the place. It was a bit shabby but Arata decided to look around for a little while longer. He heads into the back room, and he sees a bedroom, it’s barebones, boring and tidied up, yet there was a certain story to the room.

  It’s a mess. Does she know any life skills? The clothes are wrinkled and have lost some color due to being washed incorrectly. Don't even get me started on the dusting. No wonder she planned on burning the building if she left it in such a state, although that’s a bit extreme.

  Arata decides to put all her belongings away before he hears a knock on the door.

  Morgan's voice echoes, “Miss Rachael, are you here? If I could please have a word.”