Project Alice 02 (4)

“Vic, Lord Thor···.”

The hand resting against her delicate cheek.

Wretched tears and lukewarm body heat mingled, staining my palm.

“Yes, I'm right here.”

“Ugh, hhh···.”

Perhaps her tension had finally left her, because Alice staggered and leaned against me.

Her slender shoulders trembled as if they might break at any moment.

Worried she might break, I carefully drew the girl into my arms.

Like handling a newborn fawn, I touched every inch of her skin with care.

“You did well.”...