“No real damage done, thank the Goddess. But how are you feeling, girl?” Alexia asked after completing her check-up of Diwa.

“Unprotected. Unsafe. And so stupid. Of course, that shitface would still be alive… just waiting for me to come back here…” whined Di as she sat up in bed, her blanket still covering her up to her waist.

“At least you’re safe for now, sister,” Ma’Heron reassured her.

“Damn it, I didn’t want to return to the Packhouse because of this… because of him! And here I was thinking I just need to get over my memories, but the bastard is still around! I’m such an idiot, choosing to...