"What are you gonna do exactly?"
I asked, unable to shake off that feeling of unease.
And how could I?
After all, it was my soul on the line not hers!!
"You are too dumb to understand the procedure. So, shut up, and let me concentrate brat!!"
It would have been funny to see her, who was shorter than me at 172 cm, to call me a brat who was at least 180cm, if this was a normal situation.
(A/N: His soul is same as his previous life, so 180+ cm.)
I would have even laughed then, but now-
"Okay...", I muttered disheartenedly, sparing no brain matter for the joke, before sealing my lips.
-Let's start.
I heard, as a palm that I could somehow tell was cold, was placed on my back.
Just in the middle of the arrangement of pikes.
And then...
Silence.
For a long time, I just stood there, like a dumb idiot, doing nothing, completely idle.
Dozen of times, runes climbed up my soul and on my back.