Felicia walked over to Henry. She wore a different set of clothing. She smelled fresh from a bath.
"That was horrible…" Felicia muttered with lifeless eyes.
Henry smiled at her.
"Did you understand?"
Henry pretended not to notice that she had just finished bathing. He looked innocent as if it wasn't his fault she had to enter a septic tank.
"…"
Felicia gazed into his eyes and took a deep whiff of the flowers in her hand. She opened her mouth and instinctively looked up.
"…"
Henry understood that she was having PTSD.
…
When Henry left, Felicia headed to the location of her Request. It was at a restaurant. They had a comfort room that had an almost full septic tank.
Felicia arrived feeling hopeful that all would go well. However, she didn't expect that as soon as she used her life magic, she would be splashed with shit.
She hurriedly ran backward.
