Chapter 121

But No.17 dodged it. Lips pressed together, he stared squarely at Elara. He enunciated his words in an accusatory manner, "Do you… not… trust me?" Her hands froze mid-air. At the same time, the merman behind her let out weak, shaky moans as if trying to suppress his pain. She looked down at the merman's bloodied tail and a few scales scattered around it. Her silence had dashed the remaining hope in No.17's eyes. He looked away with much difficulty as if he was trying to protect what was left of his fantasy. He slowly retreated back to the broken water chamber, turning into a recluse who licked his own wounds. He looked like a hurt animal. His murderous tentacles were now retracted, curling up against his pale body. Elara was a little swayed by the sight of No.17. "Alphino…" With his back against Elara, he buried his face into his tentacles, refusing to communicate with her. On the other hand, the merman looked like he might faint at any time. He was dying from losing too much