With my hands drenched in blood, flesh and bones, I took in a deep breath.
When that wasn't enough, I took in another deep breath. Until I was leaning backward by pushing my chest out to its limits, I kept taking in the air.
And then, all at once, I let it out of my mouth.
"HAAAAH! FUCK!"
Curses spilled on their own. I shook off the flesh and pushed my hair up with the blood.
Refreshing.
Way too refreshing.
On my side, Noa Roselle too was leaning against the parapet as she let the wind blow into her hair.
The dead body spasmed on the ground every now and then, hearing that was a refreshing yet a notch greater.
I turned to face the girl after reveling in the air.
"Noa Roselle. I am sorry, and I am immensely thankful."
Saying that, I lowered my head. There was no denying the fact that she was my victim who I had kidnapped and stowed away for an entire month, and that she had also agreed to be my benefactor, pretty much saving my life.
