In the dim, empty room, chilly gusts intermittently blew as the handsome young man whispered to the bizarre puppet.
"Do you like that child?"
"Do you want to help him?"
"Well, I always have to agree to your requests."
Arthur's voice was as tender as his gaze.
Each time he paused in his speech, he would brush the bizarre puppet's hair with his fingertips.
He treated it as if he were dealing with a sister who was acting spoiled.
Although Malz couldn't hear the puppet's voice, he believed that was the case.
Moreover, this Third-Class Officer felt uncannily that this odd puppet was much kinder than Arthur, at least good enough to be a decent puppet.
It was just a bit ugly.
Thinking this, Malz immediately shook his head.
Compared to those who were outwardly handsome but secretly deceitful and corrupt, the kindhearted, albeit unsightly, beings were undoubtedly deserving of respect.
Especially when…
This being wasn't even human.
