"Urk--"
You know those times when you keep eating carelessly until you feel bloated and nauseous? Yeah...that was what I felt.
Different from earlier, the pollution of mana in the storm cloud was greater, and I had no confidence I could maintain its form if I took it out. So I decided to keep the pollution inside my system.
But now I felt like throwing up.
"Sweetheart--"
"'m okay--just...ugh, feels icky," I swiftly said so Natha would stop worrying. "Like--uhh--eating something bitter and rotten," I shuddered.
[Jade not like it. Disgust]
The little bird, who got its energy back now that the air had been purified, chirped loudly from my shoulder. "You're not the one who 'eat' it," I grumbled and poked the chubby cheeks.
"I think it'll be better if you throw it up, Young Master," Lesta said, and like the competent right-hand man--err, demon?--that he was, he already held an empty pot or jug or whatever in his hands.
