"Honorable Archfiend!"

Just then, one of the fiend soldiers walked into the tent. In a careful tone, he asked, "That Darryl Darby has passed out. What should we do with him?"

Archfiend Antigonus' face flashed icily. "What else is there to do? Kill him. Destroy his fairy soul and body." Darryl Darby was of no use to them anymore, and there was no point keeping him around.

"Yes, Honorable Archfiend!'

The fiend warrior scrambled to acknowledge the command, moving to take care of Darryl.

"Hold up!'

Morticia, who had been completely silent the entire time, stopped them. "Darryl Darby is not just your average human, Honorable Archfiend. It would be a shame to kill him. I suggest we keep him alive—he might be of use to us in the future."

As she spoke, Morticia's exquisite features radiated sincerity and seriousness.

Morticia did not know why she wanted to save Darryl. It had not been an easy feat to bring Darryl from the Sealed Fiend Mountain. It would be a shame to kill him just like