Chapter 117. [Black Wedding. (3)]
Translator: thursdays Editor: Yahiko PR: LightBrin
-L-Lord Ox that Harvests Ruins…
The Golden Silk prayed desperately.
-A new… Please give me a new blessing!
Human beings are limited when they are cornered. A person’s mind and thinking rapidly become constricted. So, humans can escape, or they can cling to someone. The Golden Silk was no different.
-I-in return… That’s right. In return, I will dedicate my being to you! No, I will wreck this world, just as you desire! Ruins! Wreckage! Destruction! Mutia loves these things, right?! I’m good at it! Things like that!
Tap. I took a step forward.
-Hiik.
The Golden Silk became more frantic when she heard my footsteps. She backpedaled. As she jumped back, she looked up at the bright red sky as if salvation would come for her even now.
-I-I’m good at it! Lord Mutia! If it’s just smashing things, I’m really…!
But there was no response.