"Huh? Why did you stop? Continue speaking. I'm quite interested in knowing more about myself, especially that "fool one" part," Myne, with a smile that was no different from the devil's smile in the fatty's eyes, spoke while taking out more and more torture tools he'd stolen from the fatty's own basement.
"What! What do you want? Just tell me! Why are you doing this to me? I've never harmed you, before today, I haven't even seen you!" The fatty, who was scared to death by seeing an exhibition of torture tools before him which now had filled half of the room, couldn't remain as confident as before and instantly showed his true colours.
"Oh, you may not realize it, but you've done me a great harm that there is no forgiveness for," Myne spoke coldly, holding a sharp short sword as he slowly walked beside the fatty.
"Now, before you start your meaningless nonsense, I'll give you a chance to survive. Give me your bracelet and you can liv..."
