"Dispose of her?"
The hunched and gaunt figure crouched next to the stretcher, suddenly turned back to look at the preceptor sitting at the head of the long table, and asked blankly, "Why?"
"This is not a pleasant question."
The latter gently tilted his head and countered, "But then again, why not?"
The person who had brought Dora here fell silent for two seconds, his voice trembling as he said, "Because Knight Dora has already told us everything she knows, and before you also..."
"Also what?"
The unnamed preceptor lightly knocked on the table twice, asking with interest, "Did I promise her something?"
"This..."
