Chapter 210: Honey Gathering (8)

That rest looked so peaceful.

Despite his tattered body and skin turned bright red, there was not a trace of pain on his face, and it looked as happy as a child peacefully fallen asleep.

That face.

That happy-looking face.

That face looking so happy, unlike the tattered body and the body trembling in agony.

It approached Michishige as an incomprehensible dissonance.

Discomfort from the dissonance.

Uneasiness from the discomfort.

From the uneasiness comes.

Fear...