"The child lying at my feet is also just a kid, look at them, the two of them close in age, one studied abroad at the Sydney Capital Business School, lost his head because of his father's loyalty, the other sold newspapers every day, lost his life over a twenty-denominated Mowish Paper Money..." Malin said, bursting into loud laughter.
Bippo was counting down for the struggling youth.
·Ten, Bippo's emotionless Whisper of the Soul rose in everyone's hearts.
"Your Excellency, please don't do this, your kindness is even famed far away in Farole!" the giant wailed.
·Nine, the last survivor of the entire race was moving the hands of time.
"My kindness blooms only for innocent cubs," Malin answered while stroking the axe in his hand.
·Eight, Bippo turned his head to look at the officer drawing his gun, a smile appearing on his tiny face.
"Your Excellency! I beg you! He's just a homeless whelp! Every day in this kingdom, who knows how many die!" the giant knelt down.
