No, they promised to protect me. They will do something, right? Ares cut off my left leg. They will heal and save me!
"Just kill me already!" Laurent grunted, cursing Ares with hatred. He sat helplessly on the sofa, his face pale and blue, blood from his mutilated leg soaking into the floor—unattended. "It's useless; I won't give you any information!"
Ares sat comfortably across from him, legs crossed and leaning back on the sofa headrest, while Arthur stood loyally behind him. They stared at Edel Laurent coldly and directly.
There was a strange aura gripping the air around him, making Laurent short of breath. He entered a numb phase until all the senses in his body could no longer feel anything properly. He just needed to hold on a littlelonger; reinforcements would arrive soon, and then Ares would be surrounded—as planned—they would execute him here!
