Episode 15. Edit! National Central Museum! (7)
“All… mine… hee!”
The rope wrapped around my ankle, and at the sound I made, I hastily pulled my foot back.
Screeeech-!
But then that rope was the first to grab my ankle.
“Ugh……!”
I staggered and dropped to one knee.
Then, the rope, as thin as a shoelace, crawled up my body and giggled.
“Let’s go…… I will…… eat…… rice……”
“Ugh……!”
In my sense of frustration, I realized.
This wasn’t a rope, but the head of a Contaminated Person stretched to its extreme.
Then, the other ropes I had backed away from earlier?
They were other Contaminated Persons.
They had stuck to the ground, waiting for me to come out.
The first one to be stepped on by me had promised to have me.
—Daun, what’s going on!
“A Contaminated Person……!”
There was no time to leisurely explain.
As soon as I grasped the situation, I grabbed the rope crawling up my body and tore it off.
However, the force wrapping around me was not insignificant.
I didn’t have enough strength to break free as I was, so I spread my elbows to create space.
Then I took out my knife and scraped away the line that was…