Chapter 119

Feeling distressed, No.17 grabbed Elara's hand. His tentacles reached out to pull her closer. "Trust me, Elle." As a creature who had not communicated with anyone from birth except with Elara, his language ability was wanting. He struggled to express his thoughts. Before she could speak, she heard the merman's tail gently thumping against the floorboards. The merman seemed to be panting softly from some unbearable pain. No.17 held onto Elara when she got distracted. Cupping her face in his hands, he insisted, "Don't… look at him. Look… at me." He acted just like a jealous kid who wanted attention. Sighing, Elara said in desperation, "No.17, we'll have a talk later. You should be more accepting toward your friend." "No…" He bent over to tug at her sleeve with a pleading look. The tip of his nose nearly rubbed against her forehead. "Don't… go." She reached out to tousle his damp hair. Then, she reassured him warmly, "It's probably my fault that you lack interaction with anyone