“Putain……!”
An unfamiliar word escaped Franco's lips. Perhaps because his pronunciation was slurred, it didn't translate well, but I could guess from his expression that it was some kind of curse.
‘He should be glad I stopped there.’
I stared at Franco with a mocking smile. If I had applied just a little more force, the back of his hand would have been crushed. But I couldn't cause a scene in a place designed for fostering friendship.
Shhhh…….
“……?”
Franco's hand, which had been trembling faintly with pain and anger, gradually steadied. I had infused his crushed hand with healing energy, restoring it to its original state. Of course, it wasn't because I liked Franco.
It was just that people around us were starting to take notice of him sweating with a flushed face. From Franco's perspective, it must have felt like I was giving him the disease and the cure. Unfortunately, his feelings toward me seemed to have changed little from the beginning.
“Just you wait.”
Franco spat out the words, then exchanged a glance with Maria. Then he abruptly turned his back and walked away.
“Tsk.”