The Obsession of the Strongest Race

“Kamiel? Where are you? Where did you go?”

“Where on earth has Camiel gone…? … .”

“Why don’t you come here? Is something happening?”

“No way… … .”

You haven’t abandoned me, right?

“No, that can’t be… … .”

“There’s no way Camiel would leave me!”

“Ah, Camiel… please… … .”

The light brown-haired girl started fidgeting a little while ago and eventually collapsed into her seat.

“Did you leave me? why… ?”

“You said you would be by my side, you said you would be with me!”

An intangible energy spread throughout the hall.

The objects in the room where the initiative was taken over were floating in the air.

“Camiel!!!!”

bang! Clink—bang!

The objects embroidering the air rotated like a whirlpool centered around the girl.

In the process, things broke and broke.

Whoosh-

A flying shard of glass grazed the girl’s arm.

A trickle of blood flowed from the spot, but the girl was so panicked that she couldn’t tell anything.

Except for one thing… .

As soon as the door was opened roughly, a boy appeared.

“Leasian!”

“Kamiel, Kamiel, Kamiel… ”

It was a response that the girl did not hear even from Kamiel’s voice, which she had been waiting for for so long.

Kamiel had no choice but to take steps towards the place where things were swirling.

“Ugh… .”

The kettle hit him on the head.

Camiel stumbled for a moment, but stood upright again and took another step.

“Leasian! Miss Leasian!”

Kamiel doesn’t care even though his body is a mess after being hit by all kinds of objects.

He called out to the girl who was indifferent because of him.

As if the heavens had granted help in response to his earnestness, Leasian miraculously turned his head.

“Ka… Miel?”

“Yes. It’s me.”

The sight of Kamiel in her eyes was beyond words.

His face was covered in scratches, blood was pouring out, and the clothes he was wearing had turned into rags.

“Kamiel… .”

Leasian stood up and called out to him in a trembling voice.

Objects floating in the air fall to the ground in an instant.

Rheasian knew very well the reason why his condition was so miserable.

Her eyes turned red and she traced Camiel’s wound with her hand.

“Am I like this? Kamiel, I’m really sorry… ”

“No. I’m fine, so don’t cry… .”

“… … .”

Even though Kamiel was injured, he held her dearly.

Leasian, who was held in his arms, eventually shed tears.

The tears were a mixture of regret, sadness, and relief that he had not left her.

‘How did it happen…? Has it gotten to this point?’

Kamiel brushed the girl’s hair and recalled the past days when he came here.