The girls watched the man's head roll around on the ground before coming to a stop with a wide smile on his face, as if even death was something joyful.
Antonya covered her mouth, the overpowering smell of blood activating their primal instincts, and feelings of nausea rose in the young girl's chest.
Ingrid turned away, her face pale as a sheet, while Fanni took several deep breaths to steady herself.
Fanni looked at Hela, surprised to see that the gentle girl showed no signs of fear or panic.
This only served to make Fanni more anxious.
Hela wasn't incapable of pretending; she just no longer cared about such things. In a few minutes, she might have to become a black poison dragon, leading everyone to fight their way out of the city gates.
Square King picked up the dead man's head and threw it back onto his corpse before walking towards Hela and the others.
Seeing this, Fanni stepped forward, standing next to Hela and blocking the other two girls from view.
Square King asked:
