In a dark cave, Sylvie opened her eyes.
Her head ached, and yet…
… she didn't complain.
If anything, she was grateful for being alive.
As soon as she opened her eyes, a dark, jagged ceiling of a cave greeted her.
Where am I?
She thought, sitting up, ignoring the pain flaring through her body for every movement.
I remember the g-goat monster…
… and then
Rael Von Ashborn.
With the name… came the memory of what happened?
Why did he save me?
The question still haunted her mind.
And yet no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't understand.
There was no logic in kindness.
Kindness was a luxury purchased by the strong. And she had nothing left to pay with—except her life.
So why did he give it back?
And more importantly… why would he ask to be eaten… to be killed just to take advantage of her?
Did he perhaps fall for me?
An intrusive thought made its way into her logical mind.
No. That can't be.
