Chapter 74. [The One Who Gathers Death. (3)]
Translator: thursdays Editor: Sasha
“Milord…”
Preta looked up at me carefully.
“Experiencing 112 deaths is excessive. Even now, you’ve become so emaciated in the last few days that it’s hard to recognize you…”
“Huh? Did you become so loyal that you’re worried about my body?”
Preta hesitated. She seemed to be agonizing over how to answer me.
Would it be better to use flattery? Or should she reveal her innermost thoughts?
“…When the lord disappears, I will disappear too.”
Preta opened her mouth.
“I will no longer be able to live in my little paradise. My life, my memory, my meaning, and everything will disappear. Everything depends on you, milord. I am concerned about myself, so I am concerned about milord’s body as well.”
“It’s nice, to be honest.”