Vol Chapter 68 (2/2)

“……Urgh!”

His treripped with his also tre left hand

Even if he’s confused, it’s fine All he has to do isdown like he wants to

As long as he does that, she’ll probably die very quickly

– But, even after a long ti down the knife His hands were only tre

He forgot to even breathe, nor could he do anything with his knife, as he watched Eliza continue to sleep, his vision began to get blurry from tears

He can’t keep this state forever, Ratoka thought

Then, he finally started gasping for breath, and re, all he could do was take deep breaths of fresh air

Then, at that entle sht flash, that it felt like he could really see her before him, as an illusion

Suddenly, Ratoka collapsed on the floor, like a puppet whose strings had suddenly been cut

Clang, the knife fell on the floor with a light sound

His heart is pounding so hard…… it even feels like it’s hurting his ears Even though he’s not feeling painful or sad, for so out of him

Having enough hatred to lead to a er possessed that

“shi+t…… shi+t……!!!!”

In his frustration Ratoka tried to punch the floor, then he reached his hand out to Eliza He grasped the cloth of her high quality nightgown, and shook her

“Wake up, you…… bastard! You, even though you haven’t done anything for the villagers…………!!”

Pitter patter, Ratoka’s tears were falling onto Eliza’s cheeks There was no expression on her face, it looked almost like a doll’s, a fake toy of some sort

“Wake up, wake up!!! If you keep sleeping, I, can’t even bring myself to hit you……!!”

Even shouting at her with all his eot no response Ratoka didn’t get anything he wanted, all he could do was continue crying and whining

At his powerlessness and e Eliza He collapsed on her bed, and si as his voice held out

All his invisible anxiety, all his eanize, his stress, his loneliness, his resenter and frustration towards Eliza all at once

Ratoka, after all, was still a child that wasn’t even ten years old yet

What’s one insane, he didn’t have a proper upbringing, and his eotten distorted

Even though he’s older than Eliza, he’s much more of a child than she is

He just kept venting all hisit lasted, Ratoka didn’t know

But, after he finished crying, he fell asleep on Eliza’s bed, just like a baby

Eliza, in her foggy state of consciousness, after the crying stopped, reached her hand out to him