How's it going... Zilvagias here, utterly drained in body and soul...
Back in my room, I was once again resting my head on Ante's lap.
Despite the grueling training session, my body didn't have a single scratch.
In the end, no one was saved.
I couldn't save them…
I can't forget the bitter, resentful gaze of the elderly man who had resigned himself to his fate.
The crying voices of the children, screaming "No! No!" still ring in my ears.
Because of me, they all died. Today really hit me hard… No matter how convenient Transfer Curses are, no matter how much Ante tries to comfort me, the pain in my chest won't go away.
It doesn't seem like it ever will.
Yeah, I know. Even if I'd performed perfectly today, and even if I had somehow saved a few of them from being sacrificed…
They would've just been used up on another day, for some other purpose.
