She opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing.
Because there was no need.
She was completely alone, no one cared about her existence.
More tragic than fury was the realization that even her rage had dissipated into nothingness.
Just then, someone tapped her gently on the shoulder.
The Shadow Demon turned half in alarm and half in expectation, only to see a priest in a white robe holding a black umbrella.
Aiwass's robe hem was soaked with blood like splashing waves, and the shadow cast by the umbrella only revealed half his chin.
One could see his lips slightly uplifted. He bowed his head and chuckled softly, his lips moving as if saying something and he slightly extended his umbrella forward.
—It was a very small gesture.
Without allowing himself to get wet in the rain, he had made a tiny space available.
When the Shadow Demon turned back, she quickly began to revert to her former self.
Shadow Demon, Son of the Moon, young lady, little girl...
