"Everything that doesn't kill me is just a trial. If I consume the trial and survive, I’ll grow stronger."

That was Cecilia’s mantra.

“Get lost.”

I grabbed Cecilia by the collar and spoke.

“…What?”

“I said disappear from my sight. I don’t care where you go, just don’t show your pitiful face in front of me. I only want to see beautiful things.”

“...Why aren’t you killing me?”

-Thud!

I roughly tossed Cecilia’s body to the ground.

“All your talk of trials and strength—it’s pathetic. Honestly, it was disappointing. If you really want to be my food, then come back …