"Wait a little while, and I'll take a trip to Hell to bring your soul back out. This way, you won't have to... worry anymore," he said. The moment the words left his lips, he felt the delicate body in his arms tremble slightly, and a pair of small hands clung to his clothes, a stifled sob breaking the silence.
The Black Dragon King next to him fell silent, observing the white-haired Lolita crying softly in Ahtal's arms, began to wonder if her thinking was flawed.
Can a dragon, without a soul, still be considered alive?
Yet, the emotions displayed by Princess Evelyn at that moment were more intense than any dragon's, which was not something a puppet could emulate.
Xi Mu maintained a gentle smile and softly caressed the white-haired Lolita in his arms, consoling her with an extremely gentle voice.
It took a long time.
The sobbing quieted, his chest wet from her tears, and the white-haired Lolita's emotions had stabilized.
