"Fine, I'm sorry. Are we okay now?" The youth's words hit Clila like a slap, draining the blood from her face.
"Okay? Did you really ask me if we're okay?" She hid her face behind her hands, sobbing. Yet it lasted only for a second before it turned into a deranged laughter. "I'll never be okay, you moron, and neither will you!
"As the bereaved, I have the right to plead for mercy, but also for a harsher punishment. Magus Verhen, I beg you. Inflict upon this piece of human garbage the heaviest sentence."
"What you are asking me is to inflict torture upon him before execution. Are you sure this is what you want?" Lith's tone was deadpan, and his face a stone mask.
"No!" The Frorls fell to their knees, begging.
"Yes!" Clila replied. "I want him to suffer just like my brother did."
"So be it." Lith touched Shet's forehead with a finger, using his breathing technique to take a full scan of the noble youth's life force.
