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By the time Tom was done spilling everything he could remember that might end up hurting those who plotted against him, he was already panting in both pain and exhaustion.
Not only did he not feel relieved after 'venting' as he expected, but he also felt like his body was slowly turning hollow, as if a monster was eating his flesh from the inside out.
Although the physical pain wasn't too obvious, it was still terrifying.
'Shit! Didn't that bastard claim his poison wouldn't leave any evidence or something? Why can't it be over quickly and painlessly?!'
He couldn't help but curse out loud. "I hope you lose all your power and reputation and end up rotting in jail, fucking bastard!"
Emilia grinned. "Although everything you told us before will be very useful… would you happen to be interested in personally exacting your vengeance?"
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