Preying on the Weak (II)

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"W-what do you expect me to do?" Vellaria stuttered as her eyes switched between Apollo and Typhir's position. Although his words were quite clear, due to her personality, Vellaria wasn't able to piece together what Apollo was asking of her.

Therefore, Apollo could only sigh and simplify his intentions, "It really is quite simple. Either this place becomes your perpetual grave, or you become my personal minion. However, before the latter can happen, I would like for you to discard that worthless disposition of yours. The world is much crueler than you know."

"Y-your minion!?" Vellaria muttered with widened eyes. Even though she was desperate for her survival, she didn't expect Apollo to have this type of demand. Not only did it shock her, but it frightened her as well.