"Ghhh..! Kghhh...!"
Fillia lifted herself up slightly, supporting her body on one elbow while massaging her neck.
Both her throat and eyes felt as if they had been set on fire and she couldn't stop coughing while tears kept flowing down her face despite her not feeling particularly moved.
Honestly, she barely remembered what happened.
She entered the room, saw the blue undead just chilling there, then he suddenly attacked her and pinned her to the door, and then...
...she realized ha she was sprawled on the floor in a rather compromising position while Zombie was kneeling a few steps away from her, clearly heartbroken.
...what even happened...?
"..."
Suddenly, the blue undead flinched and turned around to glance at her.
Their eyes meet for a second, and Fillia felt her heart beating faster.
"...I apologize. You do not deserve to be punished for something that happened in the different playthrough..."
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