"Grrr..."
In the brightly lit carriage, the beastkin girl curled up in a corner, constantly growling threats at Moss.
Moss, meanwhile, sat cross-legged on the floor with a calm expression. She carefully sized up the girl and slowly spoke:
"I know you can talk. There are only the two of us here now. They've already left, so you don't need to pretend to be like this."
The moment Moss finished speaking, the girl, who had still been growling, suddenly fell silent.
The carriage sank into silence...
After a long while, the girl hugged her legs and lowered her head to stare at Moss as she slowly said:
"How... did you know?"
Her voice was extremely hoarse, deep and unpleasant to the ear.
It was different from Moss's naturally beautiful voice. The girl sounded more like someone who had gone a very long time without drinking water.
Yet when Moss heard the girl speak, she instead began to laugh.
How did she know?
Naturally, she wouldn't say that she had heard the girl unconsciously speak while she was treating her.
Moss put away her smile and calmly said:
"Because we're the same kind. You saw it, didn't you... Anyone who could escape from hell couldn't possibly be a foolish person. They would have died long ago."
"Heh heh..."
The girl sneered when she heard this. There wasn't the slightest trace of childish innocence on her face—only gloom and disgust.
"A person, with a body like this..."
She muttered under her breath before abruptly pulling open her clothes.
"Can I still call myself a person?"
The girl glared at Moss, then stood up and displayed all the scars covering her body.
She raised a hand and pointed at her heart, gritting her teeth as she said:
"Here... they implanted the heart of