The 18th loop, two hours left until 12 o'clock.
Alain silently noted the approaching critical ti in his mind.
The little princess in his arms spoke with a clear, cold voice.
"I don't deserve to be called Little Princess. Because—"
She looked at her own body, which could only be described as a "wreck."
"A princess definitely wouldn't be like . With a broken arm, covered in scars."
"Not true." Alain thought it was ti for him to say so bold words.
"Little Princess, you are very cute. The mont I saw you, I felt an urge to snatch you from the evil dragon's hands and take you ho."
"...Player?" Little Mita seed to have never heard this word before; her innocent, large eyes conveyed incomprehension.
This made Alain's sense of guilt weigh heavily. He wanted to trick her into coming ho even more... if he had enough points.
"That's right. Back to my ho, or it can be our ho."
Alain recalled the prospect he had discussed when debating with Prankster Mita:
"I'll buy you pretty little clothes, not this tattered thing you're wearing now. I'll give you sweet candy, and then take you to the amusent park. Instead of..." Alain glanced around, "staying in this cage."
A flicker of interest appeared in the girl's eyes.
According to Alain's professional experience, this ant "What you said is good, say more."
"So-called cuteness isn't just about physical appearance. There's also this..." Alain pointed to Little Mita's left chest.
The latter murmured, as if half-understanding,
"Because I have Little Lei?"
"Of course not!"
The girl was clearly startled by Alain's raised voice; her delicate body trembled, eliciting a soft reassurance from Alain.
He was already getting PTSD from the phrase "Little Lei."
If it weren't Little Mita before him, Alain would have almost thought it was his bro in disguise.
By the way... As expected of a romance ga. Little Mita seems to know quite a lot...
"I an, cuteness of the heart."
He observed the scars on the girl's body, and even her missing eye.
This child, even in this state, was still thinking of helping him and Millie out of their predicant.
"Of course, I think your appearance is very cute too. The two combined give an urge to take you ho."
At this mont, Alain, holding the girl, had already passed the midpoint of the 18th loop's corridor.
Faintly, the gentle sunlight seed to have dimd sowhat.
At the sa ti, he glanced at a small black dot in his peripheral vision.
The so-called small black dot was embedded in the wall, gradually spreading like ink, like a bug.
He understood that as they delved deeper, the path ahead would inevitably be fraught with danger.
Thus, he gradually slowed his pace.
"It's no use. Even if you walk slowly, the passage of ti won't change."
She paused, as if speaking of sothing completely unrelated, "The ending will eventually happen."
"?"
The girl in his arms' incomprehensible words made Alain a bit confused.
And upon hearing the word "ti," his gaze subconsciously shifted to the clock on the cabinet beside him. The wall clock representing Little Mita.
He didn't know if her words were related to it, but Alain planned to ask.
And faster than his words was the girl's change of topic.
With a gentle tone, she returned to the original subject.
"You said I'm cute... I find it a bit hard to agree."
She shook her head, her gaze sweeping past the wall clock, landing squarely on Alain's eyes.
Little Mita's remaining small hand straightened his face, precisely because... she wanted an honest answer.
"The first ti you saw , you must have been scared by too, right?"
She knew it herself. The cracks on her body, the empty eye socket, the pitch-black sclera, the broken arm... All of this was clearly inconsistent with the style of the ga "Mita."
She herself was like a monster from a horror ga that had escaped.
"Of course, I was scared by you." Alain's reply was also unhesitating.
"As expected." Little Mita's already dark eyes beca even more hollow, and even her shoulders drooped unconsciously.
"It was the first ti I had seen such a cute child, of course, I was scared."
Eh? She walked.
He could feel the little bottom he was supporting tremble slightly.
Afterwards, Little Mita and he looked at each other. As if questioning whether his words were true.
The girl's blurry and vacant gaze intertwined with the young man's dark pupils.
The warmth in his eyes made her give in after just a short two seconds.
Seemingly disappointed, yet her tone revealed a ripple.
"The scared I ant wasn't this scared..."
"I was just scared by you." Alain squinted and smiled.
He temporarily put down the greatsword in his hand, supported the girl's armpits with both hands, and lifted her high like a doll.
"You are very cute; I will never change this evaluation."
This was Alain's honest opinion.
He had thought Prankster Mita's seriousness at the ti was because Little Mita had turned into so "monster." In that case, he would have to make up his mind a bit before he could bring her.
But the truth was: such a cute child was right before his eyes. It made him want to take her ho and cherish her like a budding flower.
And precisely because of this child's cuteness, Alain's murderous intent towards that monster also grew stronger.
Not only out of rational consideration for Mita's world, but also his own selfish desires.
The girl's flushed face seed a bit unaccustod to this intimate treatnt.
Her silent hand patted Alain's shoulder, and only then did he hug her again.
"So... Even like this, you still think I'm cute?" Little Mita seed a bit unconvinced, deliberately showing Alain the cross-section of her arm's wound.
And he temporarily stopped his steps, as if weighing sothing.
As expected... Little Mita grumbled inwardly. This was a physiological aversion; she knew it herself—
Mid-thought, Alain's hesitant words reached her.
"What I'm about to do next, if seen by outsiders, might... get into trouble."
In Little Mita's impression, his warm and gentle gaze instantly beca as serious as a knife's edge.
Under a certain aura, she nodded blankly.
"I won't say... Ah!" Alain put Little Mita down, pulled her broken arm, and gently pressed it against his cheek.
His hand gently caressed her skin.
"?!" His thin face still carried a resilient touch.
After just a mont, the human body temperature gave her a sensation like an electric shock, causing her to cry out in surprise.
She tried her best to calm the breathing in her chest and saw this young man, whom she had t for the first ti, displaying his usual gentleness.
"How about it? I was right, wasn't I? I think you're very cute. If you weren't cute, I wouldn't do this to you."
"Phew, phew... I, I..."
"Still don't believe ?" Alain took a step forward, causing Little Mita to retreat again, backing into the wall.
"I-I believe, I believe you!" She used all her volu to vent her sha.
"But... I still hope that next ti you do this kind of thing, you'll get my consent. It scared a bit."
"Hmm? So there can be a next ti?"
"N-No, that's not it..." The girl was clumsy with words, not knowing how to explain.
She stamred there for more than half a minute, still not saying anything.
Alain smiled, continuing to hold her in his arms as he moved forward.
The two tacitly skipped over the previous topic.
And Little Mita, unexpectedly, didn't say much either.
Could it be... Mitas with players all feel this way? Little Mita thought.
She had never had a player, so naturally, she didn't know if this act of kissing... was normal or not.
But unexpectedly, she was very happy.
Being acknowledged, and with Mita's highest praise: cute.
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