Striking Daniel hard, Santa turned to his niece.
"We don't have much time left. This is what we're going to do... "
Gwen listened attentively, watching Santa strip one of the burly guards and exchange his attire with his.
Well, the man was already dead, so skinning his face wouldn't be painful.
He was the same guard who brought Gwen in earlier.
Though Santa didn't know much about him, the ever-sharp Gwen had been keen on listening to the man's arrogant words when hurling her over.
Additionally, she knew what the other guards called him.
Everyone still called him 'fat,' but he had long lost his chubby waistline and was now a burly man who was bigger than most.
It's just that their prejudice won't let them see past his past looks.
After skinning the man's face, he hastily but carefully scraped the excess blood and blotted it clean using the clothes of another.
