If Lake merely felt simple disgust and hatred toward the greens and blacks, then toward these beasts who refused to be decent human beings and instead ran off to join the greens and blacks—even taking pride in it—he felt nothing but utter revulsion.
Damn it.
Lake's expression shifted. He forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit, took several deep breaths, and waved at Seifer, who was about to come over. He then looked toward Alice and slowly opened his eyes. "Remember, I want him alive."
Alice nodded solemnly. "I'll bring him to you alive."
Lake revealed a faint smile and nodded before turning and walking out of the mountain.
He had thought about too many disgusting things. He needed to breathe some fresh air and look at the blue sky and white clouds. Otherwise, Lake felt like he might never recover.
On the beach of Midgard Island.
Lake unexpectedly saw an old acquaintance strolling along the beach with her little feet bare.
"Laura?"
"..."
Laura, who had been walking along the beach, heard the voice and turned to look at Lake approaching from the distance. She frowned slightly. "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."
Lake smiled. "Kanon. I'm friends with Charles and Lake. Besides, this is my island."
Laura realized. "I know you. You're the King of Midgard. It's strange—I don't think I've seen you around here very often."
Lake asked curiously, "Are you here often?"
Laura shrugged. "Not really. I came here two months ago. Aunt Anna said London was a little chaotic, and to avoid those rioters and vagrants coming up with some new tricks, I came here with Aunt Anna first."
Lake raised his eyebrows.
Rioters?
Vagrants?
That was true. London had one of the highest populations of little green rioters and little black