Out. The Most Precious Thing in the Mediterranean
“My hometown is broadly known as Sicily, but in truth it’s an even smaller island inside Siracusa. Have you heard of Ortigia?”
“I’m not f—ing curious.”
“Can’t you at least pretend to be curious?”
“Huh? Why would I? I’m busy as hell here.”
“You can play the game later.”
“La—ter? You don’t even know that great maxim? Today’s EXP becomes tomorrow the EXP of the enemy who killed my parents.”
“First I’ve heard of it. Truly, first time since I was born.”
“Eek, that was said by ‘the Mindless Whaling Emperor’ and you really don’t know it? End times, tsk tsk.”
“Who is that? Some rookie Ranker I don’t know?”
“Me.”
“……”
“That’s me. Ruler of the Korean server. The great King Jio.”
“……Darling, could you please focus?”
“Look, why should I be curious about some musty, mothball-reeking fossil of a backstory? Try to persuade me with logic.”
“Well……”
Watching his lover, who never once turned this way and kept staring only at the monitor, Guido Maramaldi—Kido—smiled faintly.
“Because this makes the 101st time I’ve told you.”
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Italy, Siracusa.
The philosopher Cicero once said:
Among all Greek cities, it is the greatest and most beautiful.