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"What do you think we'll do, dummy? We just killed your glorified army of Bestellen and you're next," said Veronica.
"W-What?! You can't… possibly kill an aristocrat like me! I have wealth and a rank! A-And… P-Please, I will give you anything! I will cooperate with you! I-I can even give you this elf!" said Allan, desperately trembling in fear by the split soul's enormous aura of fear…
"Eh? Allan-sama, are you selling me off?!" cried Sylph.
"Hm… Rotten to the core until the end…" sighed Veronica.
"Don't worry, we won't break your souls, we are being quite benevolent," said Ervas.
"B-Benevolent?!" cried Allan.
Indeed, for the two, not breaking the souls of people that pissed them off was an act of benevolence. Of course, they were still going to get killed…
