bewildered face.
If someone saw Yuri Alexeiev’s face now, they would rate it that way.
Her body was a mess, just one step away from the elevator.
“Ah, but it was kind of fun.”
Stigma smiled and sat down in front of her.
Yuri, whose limbs bent in strange directions, looked at him helplessly.
“Hey. Are all the humans in Nuna’s world this strong? Was it your sister who killed Paradox by any chance?”
“Looking at your expression, I don’t think so. So, are you saying that there are people who are stronger than your sister?”
Stigma took out a lollipop, peeled off the wrapper, and popped it into her mouth.
“It’s a pity that he died like this. It was fun playing with my sister.”
mess.
Stigma grabbed Yuri by the ankles and dragged her across the floor.
“A guy called Chef says he’s good at healing. After asking him to fix it, I want to play with my sister again.”
Yuri quietly closed her eyes.
Even in this situation, what filled her head was Chepesch’s ambition.
‘You have to let me know. somehow.’
rattle.
Biting her teeth, she forcibly lifted her fractured wrist and knocked on the hologram window.
