Saint Sebastian pressed his pointed canine teeth against his lower lip. "I didn't do well, and I understand if you're upset."
Margaret wanted to laugh, but the humor escaped her. She gazed at Saint Sebastian's youthful face, still carrying a hint of baby fat, and reached out to touch his cool, soft skin.
"I'm not really angry. I'm just sad," Margaret confessed.
"Why are you sad?" Saint Sebastian blurted out.
Margaret didn't respond immediately. Instead, she traced his features with her eyes, thinking about the devil imprisoned in the "Cage" dimension centuries later, and the task assigned by the devil.
—To seize the World Core from Feria's hands.
The future Saint Sebastian would be a prisoner, constrained even in speech because it drained his energy. Therefore, every word he uttered was precious.
