"How many times did you repair it?"
"I don't know… maybe a hundred, two hundred times…?
But it should be more durable! It was fine when I repaired it!"
"Hmmmm. You are not wrong, two hundred isn't much…
What could have possibly happened to it then…?"
Nux nodded, understanding Sharnoth's problem, and Vexarion, who was still kowtowing on the ground, hearing their conversation—he felt like his world was about to collapse.
T-These people… T-T-They weren't even acknowledging his existence!
And this made him clench his fists in anger. He had abandoned everything—his pride, his arrogance, everything that made him… him, and in return, he wasn't even asking for much.
Death.
That was all he wanted.
And yet…
Yet these people didn't even treat him like a living being.
They were calling him 'it'!
The more he thought about it, the more rage he felt.
He wanted to—
He… he wanted to…
He wanted to…
Nothing.
His thoughts paused.
