In a room with only two people, a muffled groan echoed, followed by wailing and sobbing.
Olivia's somewhat frail body was lifted by a great force, her gaze was empty, not knowing what she was thinking about.
A pair of warm hands brushed away her hair, revealing her crimson eyes.
"Don't cry."
Louis comforted softly, and the black swan stammered, "I'm not crying, I'm in pain, it's a natural reaction."
He was momentarily speechless, thinking that this black swan truly had a sharp tongue.
Doesn't he know if it hurts or not? Does she really think only the great sins of Greed and Wrath can kill someone?
Looking at the black swan continuously gasping from the cold, he let out magical light from his hands and gently pressed it on her stomach.
She let out a soft hum, and the pain on her face eased a bit.
Louis said helplessly, "Why did you think to stir things up? Afraid that problems wouldn't arise, are you?"
