"It will heal on its own." She turns her gaze toward Ye Jing-e. Why is this man looking at her with a pained expression? Is he in pain? She got hurt -- not him. He is acting like it's his foot that got broken. "As expected of a hunter like you, you can even wound a black cockatrice like me. Well, you are probably the only one who can kill me."
Qeor creases his forehead. "Why are you telling him that?"
"Didn't you say enough?" She raises her brow. "I guess you don't want me to leave this world. I can't survive in another world, according to you -- and it's fine with you if we remain married like this. You don't want to be with Araiya or anyone else. For the cause, you will remain with me as someone who will always make sure that I remember that I am not one of the Tiguaqi -- Qeor, the whole world knows it. The witches know it. The false god knows it. You can be assured that I will never forget it."
