"You really brought this on yourself."
Looking at Mercury Lamp before him, Fang Zheng was speechless. Mercury Lamp had completely lost her former majesty. Her two wings had been burned down to mere stumps, her dress was scorched and tattered, and her silver-white hair was blackened in patches...
Eve had been a good kid and hadn't dealt Mercury Lamp a ruthless blow. But Kirizaki Kyoko was different. She had, after all, launched terrorist attacks alongside the Star Apostle, so her nerve was truly boundless. If Fang Zheng hadn't made her promise not to kill anyone, he probably would have been looking at a pile of firewood by now.
Meanwhile, Mercury Lamp had wrapped herself in a blanket, looking pitiful, weak, and helpless. Even Crimson didn't feel like scolding her anymore.
"...What should we do?"
"Lock her up first."
Faced with Crimson's question, Fang Zheng was speechless too. Originally, he had planned to give Mercury Lamp a proper beating if she refused to behave. Yet this girl had such terrible luck—she ran into Eve the first time, then Kirizaki Kyoko the second. Well, now her wings had really been turned into Orleans-style grilled wings.
"Let her cool her head for a while. We'll talk afterward."
He was still busy replacing the windows. He intended to replace every window inside and outside the house. This time, Fang Zheng had gotten the specially made glass used for bank teller windows. Forget bullets—even bombs would have a hard time with it! A rocket-propelled grenade wouldn't break it open either—he refused to believe those dolls could hit harder than a rocket-propelled grenade.
So Fang Zheng tossed the blanket-wrapped, self-isolating Mercury Lamp into the basement storage room, then went off humming as he installed the glass. The glass was all custom-made, acquired through bounty hunter channels.