59 59 – Tortured Soul

Phisovia was still lying on her bed, and I continued to hold her hand. This incident made me realize that I have a great responsibility to my subordinates and maybe those who worship me as well.

Can I protect and lead them properly? In my original world, I was just an ordinary college student with no purpose in life. And now, I'm building something beyond my own comprehension.

However, if I ran, I might be unable to forgive myself for the rest of my life. That would probably be more torturous than continuing this.

And I will never see them again.

I looked at the cave wall with a sharp gaze. So be it. I will continue to do all of this.

Due to the overflowing emotions, I subconsciously tightened my grip on Phisovia's hand. She reacted with a flinch, making me rise from my seat.

"Phisovia?"

However, the red-haired succubus didn't respond anymore. She returned to her previous state, like a sleeping princess.