A Berserker Mob, I'm Going to Participate in the Main Story

“You are right. I know I can’t continue to live my life as it is now forever. I’m about eleven now, and I honestly don’t think I’ll be able to celebrate my thirteenth birthday properly, I have received invitations to do “that kind” of work in the past. It’s not just invitations. I have been almost kidnapped, almost violently forced to follow them, and chased by noble families and underworld traffickers.

A child in the group who was delighted to get a job was dumped in an alley a few days later, looking like a wreck. She was still too young to even be called a little girl… There were no eyes, ears, nose, fingers, or teeth on that child’s body. I don’t know if they cut them out after she died or while she was still alive… It is frightening to even think about it. We live in such a place. Can you keep living the way we are forever? …… That’s not true! We know better than anyone else without being told!”

Fire is in Cyrus’ eyes.

Anger. Anger at everything he sees.

How dare he, who comes from a privileged family who probably had nothing to worry about anything, talk as if he understands us?

Even if Al in front of him is a terrifying mage, it is unforgivable. He made a fool of me.

But Cyrus was still somewhat calm. His anger was genuine, but he calculated that this level of anger would be tolerated to the point of sympathy.

Al, not knowing that such a calculation was involved, saw the image of Cyrus, who showed his anger, overlapping with the image of Vera from earlier.

“Right. Good. You seem to have a good grasp of reality.”

「……！！！」

A very plain statement. Cyrus’ anger flared up even more. His eyes went blank. For a moment, beyond calculation, he spontaneously clenches his fist and turns to harm Al.

But it is impossible to sustain such harm.

His eyes meet Al’s.

” (Gasps) !!! ……!”