Punctuation is always a must for writing.

  If I wrote a line without a period, is it still going or is it done?

  If I asked a question but didn’t add a question mark, isn’t that strange?

  Then what about exclamation? Laughing, excitement, shouts, anger, happiness.

  Well forget that.

  “May I–”

  “What was that?!”

  I just wasted your time.

  “Wait, what do you call it? But how did you make that! It’s massive!”

  “..May I–”

  “What else can you do?”

  “...Can I–”

  “How useful would it be? Ever teached anyone before?”

  ….

  My eye twitched.

  Breathing in

  Breathing out.

  What a novel exercise to keep your wits.

  There's no period for the breathing in part.

  Regardless, time moved again after I walked far ahead of Adrian.

  “You–? Hm?”

  I’m gonna cry if I get asked this again.

  How does this guy know it’s me?

  Tommy snitched on me?

  Guy’s a waterboy though.

  Take me hooome.

  To be frank. I didn’t really think of it. A whim of a whim. It was cool though!

  Passing the gate, I watched hustle’n’bustle.

  It feels like I’m being watched without being watched.

  I wanna sleep.

  Ahhhh…

  You know toilets here suck.

  Average outhouse hole in the ground.

  I hate how it’s always the times I’m about to sleep or during it.

  Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

  “Damn you god.”

  — —

  Time is sometimes all you have.

  So said I! Of the great maestro dexeimus!

  “I dunno I just made that up.”

  Of course you get ideas from all sorts of things while just.…Sitting there.

  “Man, I hate my life.”

  I will curse everything for giving me false hope, greed, pain, and giving me this crappy body.

  Damn god bro.

  Follower of god my balls. Follower of god my balls?

  And thus it echoes again in my head.

  Give me a happy Christmas in my head.

  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh godammit!!!!!!!!!! What did I eaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!!!!!!!!

  My body hates me.

  “Well, not really.”

  I’m just lazy.

  “Probably.” I scoffed.

  However it may be, my life has always had two things that curse me.

  The toilet.

  And the toilet.

  “Godammit.”

  — —

  With the battle over, what's left is the cleanup.

  A little over thirty thousand were captured.

  Some twenty thousand dead and attracting bugs.

  A sigh came out of me.

  The chances of victory were low.

  In a flash of surprise, they were crushed.

  Certainly there are issues but for the majority, many let themselves loose.

  …That Servant isn’t here.

  Perhaps with age comes paranoia.

  Yet it’s strange.

  A collaboration with the captain of the capital guards.

  Said captain was all smiles speaking with vigor.

  But the other one, that Servant, isn't here.

  Not accounting for such behavior is unfitting for the role. Doubts swarm in my head.

  Not for their words. Those seem in line with their actions.

  But their goal for being a Servant.

  Not a thing completely known.

  I suppose such worries are meaningless if you will never know. Like the others.

  However my role is correlated to such.

  Even disregarding, there’s something… unpleasant behind them.

  A skeleton in their closest or something else, happens to catch attention in which they act.

  His majesty says otherwise.

  Even so…

  Worry for the future among each problem rearing it’s head… time has yet to fade my will for the country.

  It may be so, it may be not.

  Another sigh came out.

  “...How I worry.”

  I am a liar.

  A liar.

  But a liar must survive.

  I must.

  “Are you sure?”

  I-I must!

  “Now now, you can put it down–”

  I will do anything to survive.

  “...”

  The man's neck cut, flooded with blood escaping.

  The man smiled with insane eyes.