“…….”
“What do you mean ‘okay’? How could anything be okay? There’s no way a human body can withstand that white lightning 66 times. You’re just bluffing when you’re about to die, seriously.”
As I listened to the voice tinged with tears, a curiosity stirred within me.
“Elantia.”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you speaking informally?”
“……I don’t know. I’m upset.”
[‘The Eye that Monitors the Chaos of Delusion’ is dying of joy!]
“Alright, I’ll let it slide just for today.”
Seeing her sniffling made my heart soften with pity.
I secretly fidgeted with one hand, pulled a handkerchief from my inventory, and tossed it to Elantia.
She didn’t use it. Instead, she gripped it tightly and stared at it for a long while.
Perhaps she’d regained some composure, because her usual tone of voice returned.
“Are you giving this to me?”