Run?
Couldn't shake him off!
Fight?
Couldn't beat him!
Even trying to provoke him with words had failed.
Over the past few days, Teresa had fully experienced the power of Allen's clinginess.
Gradually, she gave up resisting and allowed this "stalking pervert," who always wore a faint smile, to follow behind her all day long.
As the saying went, since you couldn't resist XX, you might as well lie back and enjoy it.
Through secret observation, Teresa also noticed several strange things.
For example, over the past few days, Allen had never slept or eaten anything.
He seemed to possess endless stamina and energy. No matter how fast she moved or how far she ran, he could easily catch up with her within seconds.
Besides that, Teresa discovered that, like every Claymore fused with Yoma flesh and blood, Allen could easily identify Yoma disguised as ordinary people.
If his pupils had been silver or gold, Teresa would definitely have assumed that this youth was one of the male Claymore Awakened Beings the organization had cultivated in the past.
And one deliberately concealed as part of its Dark History.
Sitting in an open clearing in the wilderness, Teresa gently poked at the campfire with a twig. Then, without warning, she raised her head and asked, "What exactly do you want? Or rather, how long are you planning to keep following me?"
"Not easy! You finally decided to speak. I thought you were going to keep silent until an Abyssal One showed up."
Allen slowly emerged from the darkness, sat down beside the campfire without the slightest courtesy, tore off a piece of the golden-brown roasted Rabbit, and tossed it into his mouth.
The gesture undoubtedly piqued Teresa's curiosity. She immediately probed uncertainly, "You need to eat too?"
"No, it isn't a