After the king cut the doll monster's head from its body, he noticed the puppeteer, along with the other doll, staring at him from behind.
He turned his head and glanced at the individuals lying on the ground; snow had accumulated on their bodies. He let out a deep breath upon realizing that his precious students were still alive, though their condition was quite terrible.
"Should I thank you for not killing them?" The king asked as soon as his gaze met the puppeteer's eyes.
"They are my precious collections, and so are you and those daughters of yours. Why would I destroy the things I like?" Djaneryse replied.
Her tone was so serious that the king felt nervous just hearing her words. The solemn and playful attitude she showed before couldn't be seen in her current self.
Afterward, the king shook his head for a second and stabbed his sword on the ground.
