[WARNING: Gore]
"Don't!" Sir Dolorem shouted. "You will get into trouble if you kill them!"
Sylvester shrugged. "Oh, I forgot to inform you people about my other status. I am the special Judge appointed to this region, and according to that, everything that steps on this land can be judged by me — including these heathens!"
"Are you sure?" The woman in question finally spoke and walked forward. Her twin bright red ponytails swayed with her exaggerated motion. She skipped forward as if in a park and was not worried about Sylvester at all.
Sylvester glared into the woman's eyes. "You made me sure the moment you poisoned me."
She started chuckling loudly. "Hehe… So you found out? Oh shoots, I should have been more discreet. Maybe this time, I won't have to be discreet at all."
