Chapter 66

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"I heard there is a maid named Rosie here..."

"She isn't here this time, either?"

"I heard she went this way-"

Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, argh, Dylan!

Stop it, you crazy bastard.

How many days has this been?

-I hid behind the tree and thought that.

I hoped that my body, which was crumpled between the trees and grass, would be completely hidden.

"Not here..."

Dylan left in the end, thinking I wasn't there.

I could hardly sigh with relief.

It's a relief.

Because Dylan isn't a transcendent like Yurtha.

'If that guy was transcendent, he would have rushed at me with scents and other things-'

Just thinking about it makes me shiver.

After this, should I have to wear a bread bag while going around-.

I remember how the chef gave me a bread bag and looked at me in pity.

He might have felt bad that I was hiding in a big bowl, so the chef gave it to me out of pity.

'No, I don't want to be that bad.'

Was it a mistake to call Dylan?

...Thanks to that, it's good that Yurtha's side has calmed down, but he's always looking for me like this.

"What are you doing there?"

I couldn't get up and still hide in the bushes, and a low voice came from above my head.

In an instant, my whole body stiffened.

I couldn't breathe and turned my squeaky head.

"You surprised me."

"Are you so surprised that I'm here, Nunim?"

"Is it not normal to be surprised when someone calls me from above when I'm hiding...?"

"A normal person would do that."

Yeah, I'm glad you're transcendent.

Yurtha showed the image of a genuine person who lacks empathy.

I sighed and tried to stand up. But at that moment-.

"I'm doomed."

"...Nunim!"

"Ack!"

I fell sideways, holding onto my leg.

Yurtha came running after being startled, but I frowned and shook my arms.

Don't come! Don't come!

A tingling sensation spread everywhere, like fireworks going off from a numb leg.

...I'm going to die.

I squatted too long to avoid Dylan.

As a result, my leg is severely numb.

Maybe this was Dylan's purpose.

'The next time we meet, I will kill you.'

How long are you going to torment me?

"Where does it hurt you? Shall I call a doctor?"

"...No, I just numb my leg."

"...Ah."

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