“….”
“….”
A brief silence passes. Under the deepening sunset, Mongmong and I lock eyes.
Crack.
The pressure gripping my neck seems to tighten, but I can see hesitation in it.
[Not…? Really not?]
Mongmong asks again. It’s the same sensation as before.
A tickling feeling in my heart.
Hearing that, I say:
“Yes. I am not.”
This time too, the answer is the same.
It comes out without the slightest scruple.
What is this?
Isn’t that a power like Dragon Speech?
The feel is similar to the power the Blood Fiend used on me, but the result is different.
It only brushes me lightly; beyond that, I feel nothing.
“Really not?”
He asks me once more.
What do you want from me.
“I said I’m not.”
I mix in irritation, and his eyes turn peculiar.
His fluster is obvious.
As if to say, “That can’t be.”
Again, silence slips between us.
What exactly are we doing here? The pressure on my neck remains.
Should I just shove him off and ram into him? A grueling dilemma.
I roll my eyes and glance at the Heavenly Demon.
I can see a bit of strength focus in her gaze.
Left alone, she looks like she might do something too.
If it comes to that, whatever happens, it…