Quella's Descendants

Orcus looked at his mother's grin in exasperation.

"Whatever floats your boat."

Although Orcus acted cheerful, the war was taking a toll on him.

He had to see dozens of people begging to him to save them every day.

His heart was crushed when he lied to them, assuring them they could be saved.

"It's the war's fault, eh?"

Orcus lay on the bed.

He stared at the roof.

His thoughts wandered.

"Sigh, I hope the war ends soon."

The next day was not easier.

The war showed no sign of stopping.

Orcus' medical skill increased with plenty of surgeries he was doing each day.

He did not know how to feel about it.

It was not as if he was saddened by the deaths.

By now, he was used to them.

Orcus just could not forget the look in the eyes of his patients when they were about to die.

"Dammit, it really makes me feel shitty.

"Maybe I should've chosen a different career."