“Did I ever say I was selling one eye?”
“You always do that.”
The empty eyes gave the impression that all of the girl’s emotions had been lost. But upon hearing the heat contained in that voice, one could quickly realize.
Seria is not emotionless.
Rather, because only one emotion remains, and it overwhelms all other elements, nothing else is visible.
Just like if you pour white paint over a picture, it looks like a white canvas.
I had a guess about the name of that emotion.
“Even though I’m right beside you, those eyes are always looking elsewhere. I understand. Ian senior is a man in his prime, and when fox-like bitches cling and wag their tails, your eyes can’t help but go there. Like that, every day… leaving me behind.”
Grit, and.
The sound of teeth grinding resounded, and at the same time, a humming wave burst out centered on Seria. It was a terrifying amount of mana once again.
What on earth…