"Auntie! Please!"
"Sam, no! And let go of my leg! Let go, I said!"
"Don't you love me?! Don't you feel even a twinge of guilt for leaving me alone in that godforsaken jungle?!"
"Wh—What?! I begged you to come along—"
"Excuses, excuses! If you really loved me, you would've done something! Just like right now, you would do what I'm asking you to do!"
"Samael Kaizer Theosbane, even if I could, I'd refuse to turn you into some multi-armed freak!"
Master Urvil was furiously rubbing his eyebrows, looking both irritated and exhausted.
And why wouldn't he be?
He was a busy man. He could have been conducting some sort of important research.
Instead, here he was… watching me on my knees as I clung to my aunt's thigh and pleaded with her to let me take every single arm on the table.
…Yeah, you heard me.
I was asking her to attach the whole set.
There must've been at least twenty limbs laid out there. It was understandable why my aunt was so thoroughly done with me.
