Before they could argue more about this, the husband, Arnold, spoke in a trembling voice. "Alright. I-I'll go. Just let my wife go."
Zion still continued to hold the knife with his small hands and stared at the elf man standing in front of him with a grievance expression on his face. "I'll let her go if you make a confession right now."
"I…." The man paused and then sighed before he wiped his tears and said, "Okay." Then he saw his wife struggling all of a sudden and smiled. "Don't worry, wife. I'll never let them know that it was you."
