Clovis's Opinion

"Melody. Do you want to join our group?" 

"…" Melody didn't answer immediately, but her expression showed everything. Her eyes rolled, and she bit her lips as if she smelled something disgusting. 

"You look annoyed." Clovis gave a wry smile. Even though he had expected this answer, he was still surprised that Melody's expression could be that descriptive. 

"I don't mind going into danger because it's my job, but I don't want to be a part of a group that will be constantly on the run. It's just too troublesome." Melody shook her head. 

Because Clovis had been carried by her, he perfectly understood the reason. Her body was completely drenched by her own sweat. Even he or Jay, who were facing the most brutal fight, didn't sweat that much. 

It seemed that she was sweating far too much. Even her lips were dry. If this continued, she would be the first to fall from dehydration.