"Lorry!"
Seeing Lorry's body tumble to the ground, Yolinger shouted and rushed forward.
"Wait a moment."
Roger grabbed Yolinger, his expression becoming grave because since the Sword in the Stone had appeared in the clearing not far off, the atmosphere in the entire graveyard had become much more eerie.
Rocky, vomiting blood, rose from the ground once more and, without a thought, hastily ran toward the exit.
With his neck a blur of flesh and blood, copious amounts of fresh blood streaming down, Rocky tripped in his panic and fell once again.
He clutched his wound, looked down, and saw that it was Lorry's corpse that had tripped him.
"Damn it, you useless piece of trash, even in death you seek to hinder me?!"
"Do you feel no obligation to me?"
"If it weren't for me, you would have starved to death long ago!"
He yelled this while lifting his foot and heavily kicking Lorry's corpse.
"Snap!"
