She stared blankly at this terrifying man.
Her lips parted.
For a moment, she could not utter a single word.
Didn't he find it absurd? Didn't he find it twisted? This warped, grotesque body, this form that would be considered an utterly evil taboo in almost any world...
She bit her lip hard, but no longer tried desperately to hide her body as she had before.
And finally.
She spoke to him softly.
"Thank you..."
"You're... you're the first creature since I fell into Hell who hasn't hated me after seeing what I look like..."
"I... thank you..."
Lynn still wore that heartwarming smile as he sat cross-legged, utterly at ease. Facing her enormous, grotesque form, his gaze gradually grew even gentler.
Indeed, he did not mind.
Granted, he really had no idea what had happened, nor did he know whether this was her original appearance.
But this was Hell!
He had long since seen all sorts of forms that sent one's sanity value plummeting. He had seen breathtakingly beautiful spirits turn into vengeful ghosts in an instant, and demon ghosts approach with adorable, pitiful faces, only to suddenly bare vicious grins and try to gouge out his heart.
Because what mattered was the soul!
As long as a pure soul remained amid this filth, what did it matter what the outside became?
A long silence passed.
At last, she spoke softly again.
"This is my retribution, just as you can see... this twisted form of mine came entirely from the sins I committed."
Lynn watched her, listening quietly.
She fell silent.
Then, as though simply pouring her heart out to herself, she continued.
"You should know that I'm a Fallen from the Shattered World, but you probably don't know that I'm no ordinary fallen object. At least in the