If the people the boy encountered were ruthless enough, his life would surely be gone.
Luciel didn't know who had raised the kid, but it was obvious that they hadn't taught the boy how to be wary of people to save his life.
It had already been many months since the start of the apocalypse, but the boy still didn't have the wariness he needed to survive.
"I-I'm not alone from the beginning, but the people who stayed with me don't want to stay anymore. They left after the earthquake.
They were afraid that the building would collapse, so they left."
"And they took most of your supplies?"
"Y-yes," the boy answered with his head lowered.
Well, what happened to the boy could really be easily guessed.
The boy could even be said to be lucky that the people who left didn't kill him and even left a bit of food for him.
So, after knowing what happened, Luciel didn't care about it any longer and just asked for the water.
