Alright.
Lynch truly had not expected things to turn out this way—the hero everyone sang praises about was actually...
No wonder he showed no interest in battling Diego, nor did he react when witnessing the destruction of his life's work.
Order itself had crumbled at his hands. How could anyone hope for him to reestablish it?
...
Grant returned to his room without having dinner. He likely didn't want to show his face in front of his former companions, but given the outrage in the hallway earlier... Lynch also thought it might be better for him to avoid showing up here.
After a simple dinner, Lynch also went back to his room.
He had been assigned to the tower on the castle's eastern side. Below it seemed to be the castle's blacksmith workshop. For whatever reason, they stayed up late working—lights burned bright, and the clanging of metalwork rang relentlessly.
