Moreover, for "unknown reasons," the Reunion Movement had been tracking Misha all along. Even after fleeing from Chernobog to Lungmen, Misha still did not feel the slightest bit safe.
Rhodes Island was full of good people.
Misha had experienced that firsthand. Precisely because of that, she was even more unwilling to bring trouble upon Rhodes Island.
"I... I'll go stay with other relatives."
Could she even survive until then?
No... I'm already infected!
What a luxurious thought!
Misha had thought she had already come to terms with all this, but under Blaze's blunt question, she realized that she still had not truly grasped, deep in her bones, what it meant to be infected.
Go stay with relatives?
She was an Ursus.
In Ursus, the only value of the infected was to be thrown into the western mines.
Blaze was stunned for a moment. Then her pretty face suddenly turned cold.
A detached, intellectual air surfaced.
Cold words emerged from Blaze's throat, strikingly similar in timbre yet entirely different in tone. "Based on Ursus's policies toward the infected, even if you truly managed to reach their home alive, they would never take you in."
"Furthermore, the wilderness is far too dangerous for an infected person like you. From a practical standpoint, leaving Lungmen for any other region would be a burden your life could not bear."
"For you, Miss Natasha, aside from joining Rhodes Island, your best option would be to remain in Lungmen."
"Although, due to the inherent social ecology of this... land, Yan still systematically discriminates against the infected on a customary level, policy-wise, you are not livestock to be confined and enslaved."
Oute had never gotten used to calling it "this land."
But the word "world" was far too uncommon for Terrans regardless of what language they spoke.