The day passed without Asura being able to speak to Helliana. It was the first time he ever experienced being rejected or pushed away by the women around him.
However, it wasn't something that made him angry or displeased. Instead he only worried about Helliana's feelings.
'Helliana has been with me the longest, although I can say the same for Lorem, in my first life before death. I gave my organs to her, and we were married. That kind of bond cannot be broken easily.'
'No... It can and would. Normally, no woman would endure that torture, wait those long years all for me to become whole again...'
Because of the issue with Helliana, Asura rode his horse alone ahead of the carriages.
The horse was an elegant black beauty—while he wanted to ride a fully grown monster, they were being used to help recover and improve the farmland, so he chose a warhorse instead.
