"Don't push your luck!"
Baruch's seven heads simultaneously warned.
Edmond looked at him steadily.
"I was the one who was in charge of mediating the conflict between you and Ms. Soria last time.
"Now it seems that I really did something unnecessary back then.
"Baruch, oh Baruch, I have something to give you."
Baruch asked warily,
"What?"
"My head!"
As Edmond spoke, he grabbed his head with both hands and twisted it forcefully.
A crisp crack was heard.
Edmond actually twisted his own head off.
He held his head with both hands. A little blood flowed out of the wound on his neck, but it quickly flowed back.
"Mr. Baruch, I've admired you for a long time. Please don't reject me," said Edmond's head, smiling.
In the next second.
It suddenly disappeared.
All that was left was a stiff-looking headless body.
Baruch nervously tried to sense where the head had gone.
