"Nooooo!" Dean's voice echoed, overlapping the sound of the rain and crossing the entire refuge. He had a shocked expression while seeing Claus' body falling to the ground.
Law, who was looking at the man who he just killed with disdain and frivolity shifted his attention to the boy, spinning his knife and walking.
"So... you are the boy whom they ordered me to take care of, huh? You are Dean, I suppose," he said as he began to walk towards Dean.
The boy tightened the grip on his sword, lowering his head slightly. His expression became darker.
"Who the hell are YOU!? And why are you in such a place to begin with?" He asked.
"It's not practical to answer a question with another question, you know? Just respond to what I just asked you and let's end this show already. I am not willing to stay under this rain all day."
