Gina's hands were still trembling from exorcising the demon. She would bring death, as predicted by the middle-aged woman who approached her.
This new experience caused her to feel deep sadness on the inside. Taking someone's life, even if it was a demon, made her feel guilty. It almost brought tears to her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Zeryon asked.
"I'm not sure. I feel bad after killing that undead demon." Gina took a deep breath.
"Don't be that way. When you defended yourself, you did the right thing. If you kept him alive, he would kill you and other humans. You'll regret it even more."
Gina's brain began to process Zeryon's explanation. Maybe, he was right. If she wanted to save other people's lives, she needed to overcome her own sadness.
She didn't want to drag on her feelings, so she tried to change the topic. "Take a look at this expensive gowns. I've ruined it. This seems to be the first and last time I'll be wearing a long gowns."
