"AAAAAHHHHHHhhhh!"
Charles screamed loudly before keeling over. He then squirmed on the ground as if a worm poured with salt.
Regardless of that, the process of his heart replacement remained ongoing. The Heart of Bahamut was floating above his chest, gradually disintegrating.
"Master!" Tristan immediately ran to Charles' side. "You Demon! What have you done to my Master?!"
Being glared with such vigour by Tristan, Goap frowned lightly. "What are you talking about, imbecile? Didn't you see that your Master inflicted it upon himself?"
"The heart—you must have put something in it!"
Amused, Goap muttered, "I didn't expect such a meticulous person like Charles had such a knobhead of a disciple." Shrugging lightly, he waved his hand nonchalantly. "Anyway, it is time for me to go. Take care of that lass well."
"Wait! What about my Master? What is happening to him?!"
