A "╬" popped onto the back of her hand.
Her little fist clenched.
She took a deep breath and continued:
"This isn't an isolated case. Some external force seems to have forcibly altered their self-perception, which is what caused their abnormal behavior. Sir Awen and the others have temporarily moved some of the highly aggressive individuals into the Sanatorium. Only the relatively mild cases are still here."
"If what you said is true, this is probably the Feather Pen's influence. But because the abnormal effects have intensified, Sir Awen and the others still haven't been able to reach the deepest part of this center and find the source of the disorder."
"Woof, woof!! Woof, woof, woof~~ (excited)"
She angrily raised her head, clenching her fist as she stared at that utterly wicked Lynn, who tossed the Meat Bone in his hand with a (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) expression, then let the Night Doctor excitedly dash off to fetch it.
[Lynn's happiness +1] [Happiness of the Night Doctor who believed he was a hunting dog +1]
Much as she hated to admit it, he was exactly as that Left Hand of his had described him. At certain times, he could all too easily lower his moral standards to an inhuman level, then try to do utterly wicked things.
And a pervert's happiness was often just that simple.
She took a deep breath and said:
"Mr. Lynn, are you listening to me?"
Lynn paused, then quickly snapped back to his senses. Tossing the retrieved bone in his hand like a juggler, he said, "Huh? Mm, uh, yes!"
Black String Moon made an effort to close her eyes and restore her serene expression before saying:
"Sir Awen knew you would come here first after waking up, so he asked me to tell you that,