(Karsten)
Days passed, and every day, I only left that waiting area to torture the hell out of those two monsters who had tried to hurt Arata.
Their bones were broken, hair gone, teeth punched out and now I was overseeing their hands getting burnt by a blow torch.
Their blood-curdling screams brought me nothing but satisfaction. I had planned to send them to Sparia after this. They would be thrown in our personal dungeon and spend the rest of their miserable days—rotting and forgotten.
The ringing of my cell phone interrupted me. Taking it out, I saw it was Hades.
Today, I had left him with Caysir; he wanted to take turns guarding his Queen.
"Hello!" I placed my phone on my ear.
"Sir, our Queen is returning to Angel City. Do you want me to stop them?"
The air seemed to have been punched out of my lungs. She had been discharged and that too quietly?
