"I came at just the right time."
Pitiful.
Absolutely pitiful.
Haimo bent forward slightly, his gaze falling on Kisara Tendo, who lay curled up on the floor, looking utterly wretched.
The black sailor uniform wrapped around her no longer showed any trace of its originally high-quality fabric.
The ribbon at her chest, which should have been bright red, was now covered in dust, hanging there gray and crooked, looking just as lifeless as its owner.
And that face was even worse.
Her long black hair clung messily to her cheeks, strands covering her eyes and making a complete mess of what should have been a rather delicate little face.
Her cheeks were covered in tear tracks.
Some had dried, while others were still wet, washing furrows through the dust on her face.
Where was even a shred of the dignity of the Tendo Family's young lady?
She looked just like a stray dog abandoned by its owner beside the road, drenched in rain all night, then given a vicious kick.
Haimo did not hurry to look away, instead sweeping his gaze over her.
Kisara Tendo seemed to have already lost consciousness.
Her pupils were unfocused, dull and gray.
Even her breathing was as faint as a kitten on the verge of dying, with more air going out than coming in.
Still.
Haimo narrowed his dark eyes slightly, noticing a detail.
Even though Kisara Tendo's body had completely collapsed into this state, and she no longer even had the strength to scream.
Her teeth remained tightly clenched.
Even unconscious, that viciousness seeping from deep within her bones, as though she wanted to devour someone alive, had not faded in the slightest.
Now that was rather interesting.
Her body was clearly as fragile as paper, with one missing part enough to leave