"Your Excellency."

Oliver wanted to cry, but there were no tears. He said in a panic, "I don't know what's wrong with that. Those wooden stakes and stones suddenly moved. It was completely unexpected—"

Oliver looked at Darryl and shouted, "It's Darryl. It must be him."

Oliver was scared and angry and wanted to blame anyone else but himself. After all, he had made zero contributions and killed nearly a thousand fiend soldiers. If Morticia were to blame him, how could he survive that?

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