Chapter 59: Pregame Epilogue(3)
"Soh...cam I be fleed now?"
Fuck! What kind of words are leaving my mouth?
"No," Came Michael's stern reply. I was indeed captured and beaten to a pulp, so much for the younger brother experience, I guess.
"Pleb," What I meant to say was please, but my mouth was swollen from the beating I received. Due to some strange reason, I did not feel that much pain.
I am becoming a Masochist, aren't I?
[Indeed.]
Sigh.
As for my current situation, it was not grim—or so I thought. But with amount of shit I do everyday I definitely should've seen it coming.
The reaction of the people who care about me.
For the last four months, I have been quite busy. Going to the Frostcove Maze whenever I can, searching for the Astral root. Which I now have in my possession.