'The first generation have dysfunctional thoughts?' Watching the middle-aged man exit the room, closing the door behind him, Jyorta shuddered at the thought.
'How much do these Parasites screw the human mind?' He mentally cursed, feeling his emotions plummet to the ground, leaving him in a confused state for a while. He then noticed the doorknob being twisted, the action slower than before.
The door craned open as a familiar face arrived into view, beaming Jyorta's face with joy. Jyorta sprang from the bed and raced towards the door, jumping into the hug of the other party.
"Sister, you have recovered now!"
"Haha, thanks for saving me." Heima lifted him with a single hand, using her other to ruffle his hair. She then placed him on the bed, taking a seat beside him, looking at him with a smile, "Congratulations on becoming an Area Controller."
"It just happened," Jyorta smiled, giving her a short recount of everything that had happened.
