Chapitre 66: A New Objective

As Kirika struggled to get up to her injured feet, Cyanide sighed in annoyance and crouched down, not wanting to wait any longer.

"Sit still," he ordered calmly, and Kirika's eyes widened a bit.

"Huh…?"

"I said sit still," Cyanide said again for emphasis, voice cold and emotionless.

"Y-Yes!" Kirika yelped in fear, not daring to talk back again. She sat on the fallen log from before, scared at what her companion was going to do next, and trembled a bit.

Cyanide didn't disappoint—he grabbed her ankle roughly with his hand, then suddenly yanked out the sharp rock lodged inside her wound without any hesitation.

"K-Kyah!" The poor girl screamed at the sudden pain, then hurriedly covered her mouth to block the noise as she realized it would attract the other beasts. Cyanide shot her a glare, then tore off a portion of his undershirt and wrapped it around her bleeding wound like a ribbon. It wasn't much, but it would do for now.