There in the alley.
Several vicious-looking adventurers in shabby leather armor were surrounding a scrawny figure.
The figure looked young and carried a backpack even bigger than she was.
She had been shoved to the ground.
Covered in mud, she held one hand over her swollen cheek, which bore five clear finger marks, and curled up in the corner, trembling.
"Tch, those drunks from the Soma Familia again..."
"What rotten luck... Come on, let's go. Don't get involved."
When the passersby recognized the emblems on the adventurers' chests-the crescent moon of the [Soma Familia].
What little sympathy they had immediately faded.
They all drew back, lowered their heads, and hurried away as though fleeing a plague.
No one wanted to offend the [Soma Familia] adventurers, who had gone completely mad over buying divine liquor, for a stranger who was merely a lowly Supporter.
The light in Lili's eyes as she lay in the mud also went out little by little.
Those hurried footsteps outside the alley.
Every set of footsteps fading away seemed to tell her: this was how the world worked. No one would save you. You were unwanted, and your suffering was nothing but a nuisance to others.
That sense of isolation, of being abandoned by the entire world, was enough to erode the mind and grind a person's soul to dust.
And so.
Lili stopped resisting.
She merely let go of the pocket she had been guarding, preparing to hand over the little money she had risked her life to scrape together over the past few days.
This was her fate.
She was used to it.
However.
Seeing this, Onigawara Rin simply could not stand by and do nothing.
Chapter 76: Meeting the Pallum Again (Part One)
This world was rotten to the core.
Lili lowered her