Deepening Misunderstanding

He felt as if he were standing in the eye of a storm.

Chaos raged all around him—his past, his comrades, the Pope he had killed, the monstrous Maenok he still hunted...

But she was the only thing untouched by it.

She remained still, unaffected, as if that chaotic storm had no power over her.

She was the one showing signs of anxiety and unease, yet it was he who felt more conflicted inside.

He simply feigned composure, keeping his turmoil hidden.

Calix ran a hand down his face before removing his outer coat.

“I need to wash up.”

He turned toward the bed.

At some point, she had buried her face into the pillow, as if trying to fall asleep.

If she kept her face buried like that, she might suffocate.

He instinctively moved to adjust her position, then suddenly stopped.

‘What the hell am I doing?’

She was an adult.

There was no need for him to be this concerned.

If anything, it would be better for him to start distancing himself.