Merthus felt somebody slapping his face lightly. "-alright? I said, are you alright?!"

"Okay, stop, stop! I'm awake," Merthus groaned and sat up slowly. His head hurt like someone had taken a baseball bat and rammed it into his head full power. "Fuck, I'm gonna be feeling this for days." He looked around. People were visibly injured, some bleeding profusely and were being tended to by real medical staff. "What happened after I was out?"

"The bombs exploded, that's what happened. You should have seen it, it was like fireworks, but with flesh and blood," Libra said. Merthus gasped, "But I disabled the detonator, didn't I?" Libra replied, "There was a secondary detonator after all. You didn't cover all the bases. Perhaps you should have asked for the explosives to be disabled instead." Merthus scowled and said curtly, "That would have cost a ton more and you know it!" He got up. "Ah, whatever, it's been a long day. I should just go hom-"

Realization dawned on him. The explosives had went off. He had got into this mess to save his home. And now his home was...

"Hell, no. I think I just made the stupidest trade of my life," Merthus said dryly as he gaped at the smoking remains of his apartment. Half of the room had been blown off. On the bright side, he had the other half, which barely contained anything besides a table (which one of the legs had been blown off). Even his bathroom wasn't spared. Merthus asked after a few minutes of silence, "Say, Libra, I dread to ask this, but how much would it cost to fix this?" Libra replied, "About 20,000,000 lyra?" Merthus wanted to yell out in frustration, [i]'That's more than what that terrorist had demanded!'[/i] but he didn't even feel like it anymore. Having had enough, he climbed the stairs to his incomplete apartment and laid on the incomplete table, staring at the incomplete ceiling, wondering what in the world he should be doing tomorrow. Perhaps he would pay this Kaimei Gakuen a visit, after all.