This Isn't the Interrogation I Imagined

Everyone was cleared out of the Hospital Wing, and this place once again became the battlefield between Sean and Sin.

Of course, calling it a battlefield might not have been entirely accurate. Sean was best at beating a dog when it was down, and he always improved remarkably quickly when repeating the same steps.

Sean had already begun to familiarize himself with the nature of Wrath's magic and its "escape" routes.

This time, he had lost even the desire to communicate. He only wanted to resolve this as quickly as possible.

At the same time, perhaps because it possessed no power, the Wrath inside Harry appeared even more panicked than the one inside Daisy.

It had most likely sensed what had happened to the other Wrath. Sean had just sealed a Soul Fragment and still carried the scent of Wrath on him.

The prey smelled the blood of its own kind on the hunter. What could prey without the ability to resist possibly do? The answer was obvious.

The only pity was that, because the Wrath inside Harry had never gained power or control over Harry's body, it did not need to abandon part of itself to burrow deep into Harry's Soul Floating Island.

Unable to catch it, Sean simply cast the spell used to seal Wrath upon Harry's Soul Floating Island.

Naturally, this was not the complete version. On one hand, there was not enough time; on the other, Wrath required two seals to be carried out simultaneously. Still, completely suppressing the Wrath inside Harry for a short time would not be a problem.

Harry, lying on the hospital bed, began to tremble violently. His withered face did not recover, because Wrath, unlike Pride, would not nourish Harry himself in return.

Sean took out the Monocle and pressed it