Hold Person

"Intruder, kill him!!!" Zar was the first to react and immediately shouted.

For a moment, all the Tieflings seemed to wake from a dream. Zar's subordinates grabbed their weapons and charged forward, while the Tieflings in the cages watched Solam—who appeared to be talking madly to thin air—with complicated expressions.

They had finally seen an outsider, only for him to be a lunatic. Where was the justice in that? They had originally hoped heaven had sent them a savior. But instead...

This sudden turn of events also brought Jona, who had been heartbroken to the point of death, back to her senses. Yet even after regaining her wits, she still felt miserable. Her father was being tortured nearly to death by her childhood sweetheart, while she herself was about to be given by her lover to that evil dragon as a plaything. The fact that she had not gone mad already was a testament to her mental toughness.

Jona collapsed onto the ground and began to sob uncontrollably. It was the first time she had cried.

When their homeland was occupied, she had not cried. When her people were slaughtered, she had not cried. When her people were controlled, she still had not cried. When her father was captured and tortured day and night, she had still not cried.

She had endured weakness and torment, constantly encouraging and comforting the remaining members of her people who still held on. She had made herself everyone's pillar of support, keeping them from falling completely into despair. But who would comfort and encourage her? She was too tired. She could not hold on any longer.

Jona's crying drew every Tiefling's gaze toward the young girl who had always sheltered the others with her strength.

She had already done enough. None of them had