Chapter 93

Words

The door closes after he crosses worlds. The spellbook remains with us, levitating where it was last held. In addition, Hessuel isn't feeling normal after the shock. He's chilling intensely, trembling, or it looks like his tail curved in between his legs. I lent my coat to him and enchanted it to make it thinner. But his condition remains. I rubbed my palms and touched his cheeks but he jerked in surprise.

"W-What are you doing!?"

"Huh? I'm trying to warm you."

"It's not going to work... Nothing's going to work out... Let's just stop this..."

"Why are you saying that? Don't tell me you were compelled—"

"No one can stop father... He's scary!"

"... Isn't that supposed to be exciting?"

"No!! Forget it... Let's just stay here..."

I raised an eyebrow. His shivering could've been the sign something was wrong. He's a werewolf and accustomed to winter! After I observed him in silence, I sneaked my hand behind him, wryly, then shout