The Outer God Needs Warmth

Chapter 165

The child is held in the air like a cat in someone’s hands.

It’s probably because the pain has drained all their strength.

“No, why are you asking that to Tory?”

Merryweather looks at me with a strange expression and asks. I glance around.

Fear, confusion, anger, and yet, a sense of frustration as if they can’t speak up, annoyance, boredom—many people are watching with expressions filled with various emotions.@@@@

But now, shouldn’t I be isolated?

They speak words that monsters would say.

“I won’t do anything.”

I don’t say that I won’t do it just because I don’t want to. If I want everything I say to be the truth, I have no choice but to speak carefully.

I turn my gaze from Merryweather, who’s looking at me with a curious expression, to Victoria. She’s not paying attention to the conversation but instead stopping the bleeding from the child’s hand using her abilities.

You didn't buy this chapter

Buy Now (3 coupons)