Just then, a hoary voice suddenly rose beside her:
"—Are you leaving to seek a greater purpose?"
Upon hearing this, Aleister looked over.
It was an old dog.
An old dog that appeared exceptionally filthy due to its age, with white fur.
It looked somewhat like a Schnauzer, with a long, white beard. Its overgrown fur obscured its eyes, making it look quite unkempt.
Though the dog seemed small, Aleister didn't look much bigger. They were roughly the same height, actually resembling an old person when looked at closely.
"...Who are you?"
Aleister asked cautiously.
"I'm just an old, Anonymous dog," the dog said, baring its teeth, "here to remind you of something. You don't need to know my name."
"—Laro?"
Aleister blurted out.
Seeing the surprise on the dog's face, Aleister said with a smile, "So it really is you."
"...You're no fun."
