C115 (1/2)

When Maser found Davina, she was only holding onto the broken fiddle while sitting in a daze in the ruins.

The silent little girl did not reveal a single shadow of Davina's pride.

With the church destroyed, Maser thought about what legal reason he should use to explain himself. However, what worried him the most was Davina's attitude towards her. In the process of his little girl leaving him for less than ten minutes, something happened.

Davina lowered her head, her hands holding onto the violin stiffly. Looking at her, it was as if she was a doll that would break at any time, pressing down so hard that every strand of her hair could not take even a little bit of the weight.

Maser's footsteps slowed down, he walked over, squatted down, and looked at Davina, but he could not find the focal point of her gaze. The man carefully asked with a low and gentle voice, ”Dearest, what happened?

Davina lifted her head, and her petite face no longer had a smile, revealing a shocking maturity. As if she had seen Maser for the first time, she carefully sized up the man in front of her. After a long while, she curled her lips, and seemingly answered Maser in a very natural manner, ”I lived here in the first place, don't you remember?”

The small loft was where Davina currently lived. The place Maser swore to protect her, her home, her place of safety … A little prison?

Maser was unable to react and could only watch as she returned to the small attic while holding her violin without turning his head back.

Before Davina stood up and glanced at him, she could not describe that kind of feeling. It was not sadness, not anger, or even despair.

He was suppressing Maser so much that he couldn't say a word or explain himself. There had never been a time where Maser had clearly felt that he was powerless to do anything.

Maser punched the ground, the fragments of glass and stone embedded into his hands, stinging him painfully, but unable to dispel his anger in the slightest.

Damn it, he shouldn't have allowed this music festival to proceed smoothly. Damn it, he shouldn't have agreed to Davina's request, he shouldn't have let his guard down … Damn it!

The furious Maser kept walking back with a dark face. Since Davina was ignoring him, then, he would have to vent his anger elsewhere.

Maser walked too fast, and basically, he did not see any signs of human traffic until his hand was grabbed by a human, a pair of human hands.

Her fingers were distinct and carried the aura of a church. Her hands were not rough, but they were powerful. A pair of human hands grabbed onto the furious Maser.