While Angel was contemplating, Little Red's attention was still focused on Knockby.
It wasn't that there was something valuable left on Knockby, but rather, Knockby in the cage was crouched in the corner, silently shedding tears.
In its beady eyes, there was an accumulation of water. Combined with its small expression and the slow twitching of its shoulders, it looked as if it had suffered great grievances.
"Why is it... crying?" Little Red asked, puzzled, turning her head.
Dog Deacon hesitated for a moment, then said, "Seeing a once-familiar figure, only to discover it's just an illusion... Moreover, being in a strange environment, not knowing day from night, nor the road ahead, feeling anxious and afraid is also normal."
Dog Deacon's words seemed to touch on Knockby's situation. But Laplace could hear that its latter words actually carried similar surging emotions to Knockby's, as if in self-pity self-narration.
