Chapter 103: Hated Feelings
Claude didn’t answer me. His body just turned away, watching the corpse of the trafficker twitch once before lying still.
He coldly swept the surroundings with his gaze. I frowned. Sure, he showed no signs of Awakener’s Nightmare, but I swear, if his condition suddenly worsens because of his stubbornness, I won’t cleanse him!
Rather than talk to me about what’s his problem, he keeps on avoiding and ignoring me. It’s infuriating. I was never one to reach out to anyone. If they ignore me, so what? My day will continue without them.
But this guy will die if I do that. I puffed my cheeks and watched him assess everything. He killed the only person we knew in this world. So, now we have to search for this duke whether we like it or not.
But wait, how much can we interfere without adding to the imbalance?
I nudged him with the tip of my boot and wrinkled my nose.
"I said I’ll cleanse you."
Claude stepped past me, not bothering to reprimand or comment, and crouched again at the edge of the blackened earth. Okay. What else is there to check? He’s doing a lot this time. Unnecessary things, just so I would not disturb him.
What made him think that I’d stop?
His eyes scanned the ground like it could whisper secrets if he stared long enough. I followed reluctantly. It was getting hotter the longer we lingered, like the heat had soaked into the soil and was now seeping into our bones.
I stood behind his crouched figure. My gaze landed on his wide back, and it called me. So, without wasting the opportunity, my hands raised and grabbed his shoulders from the back.