However, it didn’t explode.
The overflowing magic disperse itself in the atmosphere. I stop supplying magic and the tentacles crumbles….It become a lump of mud.
Inside the mud lied a small little girl.
She’s maybe around 8-9 years old. Looks younger than Laurier too.
There are white hair on her brown skin…
She only wear a loose cloth… and is sinking down in the mud…
E? Don’t tell me? Seriously?
[Ha, Ha… Uu… I…returned back…]
The girl mutter while panting.
So much thing just happened, my mind blanked out…
In other words, all of this tends to the following conclusion:
After being bullied by the tentacles, the true appearance of the dashing brown beast woman, is this… thing?
H-How did it came to this?
Did she use transformation magic, just like that?
Her true body is that of a small child…. I have “played around” with her using tentacles for two hours…
A strange guilt feeling is growing.
No, more than that, why do I restrain her again?
I wonder about it.
Seeing her appearance now and imagining her restrained by magic, this mysterious guilt feeling reappear….
And, the brown little girl stand-up unsteady. I was still astonished.
I kept attacking her for two hours… she couldn’t muster any strength… And yet, she manage to stand-up and point at me.
[U~…. Using such a stra-strange thing! My accumulated magic, all of it is gone! Idiot! Take responsibility!]
Responsibility.
A fairly heavy word.
I feel bad, yes. But this and that are 2 different thing…. Somehow I am overwhelmed by the word “Responsibility”.
I wonder…
Staggering on her foot, the cute brown little girl approach me.
W,wh wh what should I do?
Should I be weary? No, it’s not on the level to be weary, is it?
For the time being, I immediately take a defensive stance while staying vigilant.
However, this cute little girl doesn’t emit any killing intent.
[You are an idiot! Idiot! A warrior’s pride is to sacrifice their life! But this… I don’t understand … These pleasurable things! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!] (TN:Baka,Baka, Baka.)
Afterwards, I am beaten with her fist making “pechipechi” sound.
Such a spoiled brat.
I felt something “pleasant” toward the little girl with watery eyes….Is a new door about to open?
Nope Nope Nope No never!!!
This fellow originally tried to kill me… Don’t give me any weird thought.
And also, was I not unable to find out anything by questioning her?
[Take responsibility!! Take this!]
With her height no higher than my stomach, she clings on my waist protesting while glancing upward.
This is so very bad.
Her face…. It also directly hit on my groin….
[Take responsibility!]
W, what should I do….??