With no other choice, Gawain said, "Little girl, we're going to save people. Could you pause your game for a moment?"
"They'll still die after being saved, so why save them?" The little girl finally spoke. Another game had just been cleared, and she was caught in the agony of choosing her next one.
Gawain saw an opening. She had not said, "If you want to save people, what does that have to do with me?" He hurriedly said, "But their descendants can continue on."
"They'll die in the end anyway, so why continue on?" the little girl said.
Exciting music sounded from the computer again. She had already chosen another game and started playing.
Gawain was at a loss for words. This little girl was far too mature for her age.
"Saving people is more meaningful than playing games," he said stubbornly.
The little girl fell silent. Three thunderous strikes in a row—Critical Hit to the death.
Milia studied the little girl carefully. She had a cute face and fair skin, but her eyes carried coldness and detachment. Everything about her gave off an unmistakable air of keep away.
Something felt off to her.
This little girl seemed to possess some inexplicable power.
Stay near her too long, and you would die.
With that thought, she pulled Gawain out of the principal's office.
"It's dangerous in there."
"I know."
Of course Gawain knew it was dangerous. The level of danger was no less than that bubble from before.
But he could not stay away from her merely because she was dangerous.
His intuition told him that she was another node.
If he kept his distance from her, he would be no different from a child afraid of getting a shot.
Gawain stepped through the office door again.
His left