210 The price of salvation

"Anyway, as if the fiasco with her father wasn't enough, you actually had the audacity to leave Lecia to me."

"Hmm?" Azell furrowed his brows.

"Like, yea, let's leave a traumatised, mentally unstable 13 years old lass to a 12 years old boy. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"

I seriously have no idea what he was thinking when he asked me to help her with her trauma. What the fuck do I look like, a child expert?

I AM a child, for god's sake.

I cannot even begin to imagine how Azell justified leaving Lecia to me.

I could unlock all the memories of all my 150+ million lives but even then, I'll only begin to comprehend his genius. I'll only touch the tip of the pile of this dogshit.

I probably should not be saying it, but what was he thinking, leaving Lecia in the hands of the guy who literally had to be forced to save his own life?

Wow.

"…" Azell pursed his lips.