Chapter 103
Since that day, Han Seori has not made me do anything strange. When she apologized, I think she truly meant it.
Even so, maybe because my overall first impression of Han Seori was a good one, her slightly... psycho? side quickly faded from my memory.
When I think about it, the feeling was similar to when she cleanly sliced my arm off. Her expression back then was one of unbearable curiosity. Though her face now is very different from that time, the impression might not have been all that different.
If there’s a priority list, it felt like "experiment" was the top one? But it didn’t always seem to be the case. Well, humans aren’t consistent, are they? It’s only natural for actions to change depending on the situation.
Anyway, I decided to bury those thoughts deep within my jelly.
Then, something happened.
The sphere, which had been suspiciously quiet lately, approached me and spoke in its usual flat tone.
[Was what that female entity desired… her own death?]
...What is it talking about now? As memories I didn’t want to recall began to resurface, I placed my hand on the sphere to convey my denial.