"Why!? I know it was not your fault, but you could at least have told me." As Tiny talked, her pressure on Lydia reduced until it was practically non-existent. Even though Tiny had resided her pressure, Lydia felt as if the weight on her had significantly increased and her other knee also touched the ground. The pressure she felt was not that of strength, but of guilt. The intensely heavyweight of guilt. She herself did not know why she felt guilty. She shouldn't feel this way. Besides, she was the person that was taken advantage of. But when she felt those drops of tears on her skin, she felt as if she had betrayed her friend even though she had done it to save one. This was a completely complicating feeling.Tiny looked at her and then she threw her halberd away and walked out of the sparring ground. As she left, she cleaned her teary eyes as she called to Aesir. "Hey! Dum dum come, let us go take a walk in the market. Aesir pointed to himself in surprise. Although he did n
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