"...Is something wrong, Esther-sama?" Elizabeth asks as I violently cleave several prisoners in two. I glance at Elizabeth, who easily picks up that something is off.
"I don't know," I tell her honestly as she looks at me, confused.
"...Sorry, but I don't understand. You seem furious, but you don't know why?!" she says, as if wanting to be sure.
"Exactly, Elizabeth. I am angry, but I don't know why." My blessing is to blame. It's trying to warn me about something, but I don't know what, and that frustrates me. Frustration turns to anger, anger turns to bloodlust, and without Evelyn here to give me her blood, I grow more violent due to a Ghoul's instincts.
"I just want to kill people because I'm hungry." I can't stop thinking about Evelyn, about eating a piece of her. Yet, something is obviously wrong. My blessing only does things that benefit me in some way.
