Nielendorane, August 5th, 10 PM

Again, it's me, Uvo, speaking. Almost two hours after the fight, I went to a hotel, the Lucilfer Hotel. I looked at the letters LUCILFER on top of the building, shining, while I was inside a taxi that looked like a typical British taxi, black as coal, and the driver, all normal, with his plaid polo shirt and short brown hair.

The taxi stopped and Constantin took me to the hotel. At the entrance, he told me the following:

— Today was a long day for adventure. I'm going to train you to be what I am.

— You seem to have a beautiful scythe, but it's impossible to cut things made of materials that are impossible to cut with iron, like titanium, some specific type of ceramic, or even diamond. But that depends on whether the iron is too strong, since in less than eight days before this city where nobody pays for anything..." Someone called me to be one of the candidates to defeat Bosenmori, and all this time I've worked as a machinist, I'm like iron before rust.

We both stopped in the middle of the luxurious corridors and he said,

— Come on Uvo, show me your talent.

He quickly grabbed the wine cellar to defend himself, and I almost cut him, but the blade was too resistant.

— You may be fast, but I tolerate your strength to defeat someone in less than 3 minutes to pay the Nielendoreans's salaries!

Afterwards, more sounds of clashing blades were heard in the distance, waking everyone up.