Little Kangna held her hands behind her back and leaned forward, admiring the fiery light woven from blood below. From time to time, a stiff, inscrutable smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Just then, Kallen shifted his posture up ahead, turning to speak to Alfred and shaking out his wrists in passing.
Little Kangna immediately copied the movement, shaking out her own wrists while carefully watching the range and frequency of his movements.
"Alfred, do you think things will quiet down a little after I take my revenge tonight?"
"Young Master, I'm afraid not. There are too many fools in this world. You can never kill them all."
"All right, but at least I feel a lot better."
"Yes, Leon should feel much better."
In the distance, Leon knelt on the dragon's back, his fists clenched as he stared down below.
If the others, including Little Kangna, were watching with a somewhat pleasant mood, Leon had truly immersed himself in it. His vengeful obsession was very strong.
Alfred continued, "I know how depressed he feels, so I deliberately give him extra work day to day, to keep his life as full as possible."
"Mm."
When someone ran home after getting soaked in the rain, the rain was shut outside, but their body was still cold and shivering.
Kallen called down to Aoji beneath him, "Aoji, we can go back now."
If they stayed any longer, were they supposed to keep pretending to be the Whip Bearer and accept everyone's kneeling homage? Or perhaps offer some guidance on local work while they were at it?
Aoji turned and flew back, landing in an area housing the Order God Church's Teleportation Magic Formations.
Having returned to human form, Aoji twisted her neck as she watched Kallen walk past her and