C1163 The Heavy Burden of a Tiny Bat(3)

"I feel like my stomach has been cut by iron..." Mary leaned into Lucifinil's arms behind her in a daze.

"Oh right, help me take a look. Is my mouth already split open? In the future, should I be called 'Ripped Girl Mary'?"

"Isn't it just a piece of meat for what? Is it that exaggerated?" Lucifinil rubbed Mary's small face