"Is it really because of me?" she asked, her voice laced with guilt.

Was it because I couldn't hold back my emotions and poured them out to the patient that it ended up like this?

No matter how much I think about it, there was no other reason for him to suddenly become like this than me.

"Because I intentionally provoked Arcangelo Urseau's anger," she thought to herself.

Her hand trembled and her stomach churned with guilt.

"What is this?"

She closed her eyes tightly. In the end, she couldn't be a perfect saint, and even in this situation, she ended up getting angry.

"Am I not allowed to be angry?"

He could mock himself all he wanted, but was it fair for me to just hold it in? It was too unfair.

Tears streamed down her face.

"This is just ridiculous."

Despite the trembling hands of a colleague, and the voice in her heart blaming her for causing this, she didn't like any of it.

"Murderer."

The familiar voice spoke familiar words. She let out a bitter laugh.

Yeah, when has my life been fair? Am I the only one who feels so unjust? Everything is just a ridiculous joke.

"Well, there's no other way," she said.

If holding hands wasn't an option, there was only one way to try.

She approached him and lifted her face, pressing her lips against his. At the same time, his hand moved too.

Arcangelo pressed his lips together, a desperate gesture like that of a thirsty traveler in the desert longing for an oasis.

Leila noticed one thing.

Then his lips parted.

"You crazy bastard."

"..."

If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it's taken without permission from the author. Report it.

"You insulted me for being emotional, but you still want to live, huh?"

"..."

"Say something, Arcangelo Urseau. You are still rational now."

At the moment, Arcangelo Urseau is not consumed by instinct.

He's doing this absurd thing with a sound mind.

"Ridiculous."

He scratched his head like crazy, and it wasn't even funny that he was begging to live.

"Are you not going to show any manners now? You don't even call me Detective."

He spoke slowly. Leila responded sharply.

"If you wanted to care about other people's manners, you should have started with yourself."

"I thought Detective Cassila was not the type to completely lose it just because someone was rude to her. Didn't you think about the consequences?"

"I was only doing it to a certain extent."

Even in her furious state, Leila's mind remained cool. She realized that he was speaking slowly not to intimidate her, but to gain control of himself.

"Are you having trouble moving your body?"

"...Are you worried about me after getting angry like that?"

"What are you saying? I'm worried because if something happens to you, I'll be blamed for it. I'm worried about you, not myself," he said, scratching at his conscience shamelessly.

"Is that what people say these days?" she asked incredulously. "Of course, it's what people say. Do you think a cat would say it?" Even a mermaid cannot speak in the form of an animal due to oral structural issues.

"Stop beating around the bush and speak quickly. I don't want to waste any time," she said.

"... My body isn't completely immobile, but it takes a lot of effort to move. And when my temperature rises, my whole body feels pain," he explained.

"Your body temperature has risen," she observed.

She raised her hand and placed it on Arcangelo's forehead. He stiffened.

"How do you feel? I feel like a wave is leaving my body, but my body seems to be improving, right?"

"... More," he pleaded.

"What?"

Leila frowned and looked at his face.

The wrinkles on his forehead disappeared.

"Wait a minute. Your eyes have opened."

"More," he repeated.

"Hey, Detective Arcangelo Urseau!"

He placed his head in her hand. Leila was shocked and tried to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly and lowered his body, preventing her from stopping his movements as he explored her lips.

"Mmph!"

A thick piece of flesh squeezed into the narrow gap between their lips. Flesh mixed with flesh.

"Ugh!"

His arm wrapped around her waist. He pushed her onto him and kissed her with force. He felt his body soften as he explored her mouth.

The pain in his body lessened where his force landed. The attack on his body became less apparent. It was a blissful feeling. But there was something even better.

"Urgh, Mmph!"

He released his lips to take a breath.

They kissed and immediately parted. The flesh that touched his thin body was soft and cool.