“P-please! Spare me! Don’t kill me!”

“…Spare? You’re a Moldell, aren’t you? And all Moldells deserve to die!” growled Gerald as he tightened his grip until the—now familiar sound of—snapping bones could be heard.

As Gerald dropped Quillan’s lifeless body to the ground, Xavia weakly sat up on the bed before asking, “G-Gerald… You’re… You’re fine?!”

“I am, indeed!” replied Gerald with a nod.

“Before anything else, I’ll need to borrow your room for a quick shower!”

It was sometime later w