“Immortal Lord, we foolish ones know nothing. How holy your tempered wrath is! How merciful your unwavering judgment is!”
Thud! Thud!
Benjamin’s worship grew increasingly violent. Now, with his eyes completely bloodshot, he was smashing his head against the ground with all his strength. His forehead, scraped raw against the rough earth, was drenched in blood in an instant.
“Ah! My great Looooord!”
“H-Hey! Sage, stop that! You’re going to kill yourself at this rate!”
Unable to stand by and watch any longer, Owen grabbed him, but Benjamin’s madness only intensified. Once he could no longer slam his head into the ground, he began thrashing wildly and screamed toward Newbie.
“Graaagh! Please, use me as your instrument! I dare offer this foolish body of mine as a sacrifice, my lord! Permit me to become an instrument for your glory—!”
At that, Newbie let out a small sigh and approached Benjamin. Then he pulled a familiar black eye mask from his clothes and slipped it over Benjamin’s head.
“…That!”
Owen’s eyes widened.
“That’s the limited-edition rabbit eye mask I gave you! You’ve been carrying it around this whole time?”
“Sorry. You went to the trouble of giving it to me, and now it’ll probably get dirty.”
“N-No, it’s fine.”
Owen had merely found it unexpected. Until now, he had hardly ever seen Newbie actually use the eye mask. He had assumed it was probably stuffed away somewhere in his room….
‘Newbie actually took pretty good care of it, huh?’
This was hardly the situation to be thinking about something like that, but somehow he felt a little proud.
When Owen made a complicated face, Newbie apparently interpreted it in some way and added an explanation.
“I’m going…