Chapter 51: Lich (2)

"Tyrant...?"

Bella's voice calling out her name was so small and pitiful that it seemed to be on the verge of tears.

A whirlwind of emotions—bewilderment, joy, betrayal, sorrow—too numerous to list in the time available, swirled in her eyes, clouding her mind.

Should she rejoice at reuniting with a friend, or grieve over the circumstances of their meeting?

Unable to decide, Bella stared at her old friend who, just moments ago, had hurled curses at her.

"Ah, uh...!"

Though she wanted to ask something, her mouth refused to open, contrary to her wishes.

Her hand, which she tried to extend, fell to the ground as if blocked by an invisible wall, only to rise and fall again repeatedly.

Was it because the sight was so pitiful?

"...What happened?" I asked Tyrant on behalf of Bella, who struggled to voice her concerns...