"Don't you love me anymore?"
"Ah?"
"Why did you put me in such a dangerous position? What if I die? The electricity I felt was painful."
"…" This little rascal… he clearly saw Paskha put on a serious face as if he was thinking about something carefully, yet this kind of conclusion he had come to?
Sir Clove raised his hand and slapped the side of his hand on the top of Paskha's head, making the poor boy wince. "Silly boy. If I don't love you, you're dead the second you set foot on the first layer."
Paskha rubbed his head and gave a small smile. Of course, he knew this. If he were Sir Clove's enemy, he would not be able to escape once trapped in his master's domain.
"Aside from that, what you saw was just an illusion attacking you."
Illusion? That's why he felt he had experienced it himself. But this illusion was so terrifying that it took away his most painful memories.
