From an emotional standpoint, Red felt he should stand on the side of humanity and denounce this Lord who had emerged from the Dungeon.
Rationally speaking, she hadn’t actually done anything wrong.
She had simply done what she was supposed to do.
There was no rule stating that when facing an enemy, one should simply stretch out their neck and wait for the blade.
From a physiological standpoint…
The Master’s white stockings were truly impressive.
It was no wonder Mason had never managed to clear the Thirty-fifth Floor.
So that was what this was all about.
Regardless of the reason, Red considered her actions to be sinful.
At least, they weren’t to her.
Ymir suddenly burst into laughter after hearing Red’s words.
“Thank you for making me a little happier before I die.”
“No need to be polite,” Red responded casually.
“But are you really still going to jump?”
“Yes.”
A hint of determination lingered in the girl’s eyes.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, she was a wicked monster who killed without blinking, but in her own eyes, she was still human.
Even after living lonely in the Dungeon for hundreds of years, she had maintained her humanity from beginning to end.
She didn’t want to fight anymore, and she didn’t want to see anyone else die in front of her.
Red saw her expression and understood that continuing to persuade her was meaningless.
He simply stood up and turned his back to the girl, a faint sorrow hanging on his face.
“If that’s the case, then I’ll wait for you down below…”
However, appearing before him was a petite, white-haired girl.
She watched the scene with her arms crossed, looking thoughtful.
In fact, she had arrived long ago.
She had witnessed the two of them go from being nearly twenty meters apart to standing side by side, less than one meter away.
Why hadn’t Red noticed the gaze behind him?
It was because Letia was from the Holy Church Inquisition.
If she truly wanted to hide her presence, it was impossible for Red to discover her.
After watching this strange performance and witnessing Red’s high emotional intelligence, she clapped her hands together and spoke in an incredibly shocked tone.
“Oh no! Red, this is bad! Everything at Succubus Street next door is half off!”
“Can’t you read the atmosphere first!?”
Red barked back, his composure crumbling.
‘Why… why do I feel like I’ve developed a disease where I have to roast Letia every time I see her?’
‘How can this girl be so flighty?’
Upon seeing Letia, Ymir’s mood instantly became tense.
She also felt a hint of confusion regarding the relationship between Red and Letia.
“Ah…”
After being grabbed and shaken by Red for a while, Letia noticed Ymir’s gaze.
She then gave a thumbs-up and said to Ymir,
“Want to go together?”
“Go to hell!”
Red’s nose was almost twitching with anger.
Inviting a girl who was about to take her own life to go carousing at Succubus Street — was that something a human would do?
Furthermore, Red was a bit worried that Ymir, who was already lonely, would feel even more isolated after seeing his interaction with Letia.
He turned his gaze toward the girl behind him.
Sure enough, when she saw Letia acting so familiarly with him, a flash of envy and loneliness flickered in the blue-haired girl’s eyes.
This was bad.
He was really starting to get a headache trying to figure out how to persuade this Ice Witch.
If Red could notice this, there was no way Letia hadn’t.
But instead of addressing that, she asked quite bluntly,
“Are you someone from another world?”
Ymir’s eyes lowered upon hearing this, and she gave a slight nod.
“I… miss home a little.”
But she had spent hundreds of years in this world.
Did that home still even exist?
She couldn’t be sure.
Just then, Letia’s figure moved like a ghost, leaning into her ear and speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear.
“Actually, to tell you the truth…”
Letia didn’t use the language of this world.
Instead, she spoke the Mandarin of her previous life.
Ymir’s pupils shrank slightly.
She looked at Letia in disbelief.
The latter simply gave a playful wink.
“So, you’re not alone.”
“Besides, what if after you jump, it’s not the end? What if you just end up back in the Dungeon?”
“Me too.”
“It’s only been a few days since you left the Dungeon, hasn’t it? You need to keep your eyes open and spend more time to see this world clearly, don’t you think?”
Letia’s bright and lively smile truly reached Ymir, who had been in total despair.
‘That’s right…’
She had been out here for less than a week.
She needed more time, and she needed to do more things to make up for her past sins.
Perhaps only then could people slowly come to accept her.
“Alright, if you insist on jumping, I won’t stop you.”
Letia patted Ymir on the shoulder and said with a laugh,
“But if you ever feel lonely, you can come find me. After all, in a sense, I’m your fellow countryman.”
Ymir bit her lip, her eyes turning a bit red.
After pouring her heart out to the man named Red, her mood had already improved significantly, even if she was still being a bit stubborn.
Now, hearing that she wasn’t the only one who had come to this world, she had truly reached a turning point.
The sea breeze brushed against her face.
As she looked at the other girl’s focused expression, an unprecedented, faint sense of relief surged in her heart.
The face of this girl — who seemed so cold yet was actually so fragile — finally wore a smile of liberation.
It was undeniable that when she smiled, she was truly beautiful, so much so that Red was momentarily dazed.
Ymir looked at Letia, her voice clear and sincere, as if a great burden had been lifted.
“Thank you so much, little brother.”
As soon as those words came out, Red and Letia both fell silent on the spot.
First of all, there were only three people present, and Red looked older than Ymir, so…
Red thought of something funny and was desperately holding back his laughter.
Letia, on the other hand, instinctively placed her hand over her chest, her expression turning dark.
For the first time, she experienced what it felt like to have someone go straight for the jugular.
Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Letia moved stiffly toward Red with hollow eyes.
She tilted her head up, her face grim as if she were questioning her very existence, and kept her hand over her flat chest.
“Mine… they should still be around the average level, right? I mean, you’ve felt them before, so you should know…”
“Regarding that, please forgive me for remaining silent.”
Red’s face was distorted from trying not to laugh.
“But it is undeniable that your pectoral muscles are indeed quite flat.”
“I’ll kill you!”