"Stop it! Please, stop it!"

Monica's heart ached as if a knife had run through it. She cried her heart out at Lord Kenny. "Stop it! Please, stop it!"

Lord Kenny maintained a straight face as he said plainly, "My dear, I'm not killing Darryl because of you. I am kind enough to capture him alive..."

Lord Kenny turned his head toward the battlefield and ignored Monica.

Monica knew from Lord Kenny's resolute expression that there was no room for discussion; she trembled and staggered a few s