The Damned Demon

Lawrence and Norla both found it rather surreal.

This was probably the first relatively harmonious interaction between the two of them as differentiated individuals.

Norla tilted his head slightly, timidly trying to sneak a glance at Lawrence, only to find her staring blankly in thought.

Lawrence had it hard too.

Every one of us had it hard. Even though I was just a child, I understood that much.

One of his hands held Nursery Rhyme's, tightening slightly as he thought. His other hand rested against his chest, his lips pressed together and the corners of his eyes lowered.

Nursery Rhyme noticed that Norla seemed to be thinking about something and gently patted his head.

"Don't worry, don't worry, dear prince."

".Mm, thank you, um, Nursery Rhyme." Norla timidly offered a smile, then turned his head away.

Nursery Rhyme released Lawrence's hand, interrupting her thoughts as well.

She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Norla, a weary curve tugging at the corner of her lips before vanishing in an instant.

No matter what, I have to cast aside every disadvantage and keep moving forward. I can't stop.

We anno differentiated individuals are the very embodiment of an unyielding will.

Even if that will... was ultimately crushed, perhaps before it even had the chance to emerge.

In a sense, perhaps every one of us was the manifestation of an emotion?

Lawrence turned her head to look at Norla, who was happily chatting with Nursery Rhyme, and let out a soft sigh.

If helpless cries beneath desperate circumstances could count as an emotion.

With their thoughts concluded, the three arrived at the center of the Croydon district—the location of the vessel.

"Destroy this, then we'll go meet up with my Master." Lawrence looked at the two little ones beside her.

Gem blades appeared