Chapter 207: Lingering sense of dread
"NEMURA!" Atasha's voice echoed ominously, each syllable of Nemura's name pronounced with such intensity that it sent chills down the spine of the black snake, "Why would you do that? Are you trying to get yourself and your brother killed?!" despite her ignorance of the reason behind the reprimand.
Perhaps lost in anger and driven by negative emotions, Atasha's eyes were evidently turned bloodshot.
"Ne-Nemy just wanted to go out. Me and Ashel won't do anything bad—M-Mommy?" Nemura stuttered, wincing as she felt Atasha's grip tighten around her.
Ashel, too, was caught in the vice-like grip, but she managed to wriggle free and coil herself around her mother's wrist. Her smaller frame, in comparison to their body mass, made her appear insignificant.
