“Blood, I don’t need it…….”
Her voice and body were trembling uncontrollably, and her pupils, having lost their direction, were frantically avoiding only my gaze, etching themselves into my view.
Like a young wild animal fearing contact itself.
It was a reaction that only a human with terror burrowed deep into their spinal cord could show.
Faced with an appearance I couldn’t have imagined, I had no choice but to remain silent for a moment. I never expected that such a bold woman would reveal such a frail state.
On the other hand, an ominous thought also arose.
Was Celine’s handiwork this cruel? No matter how deep the grudge, the Celine I knew would never….
Around that point, I turned my head without saying a word. It was my final courtesy to the woman pitifully steeped in nightmares.
In truth, whatever ordeal senior Cien had gone through was none of my concern. It was merely the possibility that my childhood friend might have made her this way that was holding me back.
From my throat, a deliberately flat tone spilled out.
“Do as you wish.”