A Help

"She's the last descendant's tamer!"

"She's a demi-god, right?"

"She's Lelith's daughter, you idiot!"

"But why did she become a tamer if—"

"Shut up! She might hear you!"

"I'm sorry, alright?!"

I closed my eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.

I already heard everything, you pieces of shit!

With a sharp clatter, I slammed my spoon down onto the table and massaged my temples, irritation pulsing through me.

Why? Because, first of all, I was the main topic of conversation in this damn place, and second—never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Sheol had a canteen for cursed tamers like me. I mean… LIKE WHAT THE HELL?! Actual hell!

"Hey! Control your temper."

And then there was this nuisance—talking inside my head whenever I was out of my cell.

Yes, it was Yosuke. Again. Speaking to me through telepathy. Like all the time. For peace's sake!

I didn't know how they did it, but I really wished they would stop. It was getting annoying!