Chapter Seventy
"Say something, human."
I closed my eyes and took a fake frustrated sigh at Sylvester's words.
[Ping!]
[What is Host playing at? Didn't you already know? That was the reason you took the risk in the first place.]
Ye. But, I'm just a fragile human. I must get paid well for taking care of such a high level beastkin.
[Ping!]
[Host is going to raise her either way. Why acting so much?]
Meh. If I can get some more lemon juice from a cut lemon, is there a need to throw it away? That's such a wastage.
I don't like wasting stuff.
"What can I say?" I finally spoke, my voice weary and laced with feigned reluctance. I looked at Silvesta, who was pacing the small hut like a caged panther. "You want me to act as a shield. You want me to hide Lune, protect her from that black mage, and shoulder the burden of her bloodline. Right?"
