"Can you guarantee that if I tell you what you want to know, you won't kill me?"
Looking at the ugly Fish-Man in front of him, Saint Charlis felt that the man was nothing but a devil. Others might have shown some consideration for his status as a Celestial Dragon, but this one certainly wouldn't.
"Relax. We Fish-Men keep our word. We're not like scum like you Celestial Dragons."
Saint Charlis couldn't tell whether Wood was telling the truth, but he had no other choice now.
Either he trusted the man's word, or he kept having his fingers cut off one by one.
The excruciating pain he'd suffered earlier was etched into Saint Charlis's memory. He knew he'd find a way to get revenge on the Fish-Man later, so he chose the former.
After learning from Saint Charlis where Saint Charlos lived, Wood tied him to the bed and stuffed something into his mouth.
Saint Charlis didn't struggle as Wood did all this. He'd already confirmed that the man really did keep his word.
If he'd wanted to kill him, he could have finished him off with a single slash. There'd have been no need to go to all this trouble.
Now that he knew his life was no longer in danger, Saint Charlis began quietly plotting how he'd get revenge on Wood.
Just making him a slave would clearly be far too lenient. He'd make Wood suffer ten times, a hundred times more than the pain he'd just endured.
Unfortunately, Saint Charlis wasn't the protagonist, and he wouldn't get to pull off a "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" comeback. After tying Saint Charlis up, Wood found the key and unlocked the chains on the girl's bed.
Of the twin girls, one had