I couldn't cover my eyes since I have no hands.
"Wh-what are you doing!"
A servant, either brave or foolish, blocked the two.
For good reason. The two had returned carrying objects totally unsuited for a banquet hall.
What they were carrying, two in each hand, were none other than human heads.
They appeared holding the hair of heads twisted in terror or pain, like shopping baskets.
"Guards, call the guar- Ugh!"
Dana kicked the shouting servant in the stomach.
The servant rolled over and fainted with a thud.
The two walked steadily forward without even glancing at us.
Toward the private room the Margrave and administrator had entered earlier.
A soldier who seemed to be the administrator's subordinate was guarding it.
"St-stay back."
He drew his sword and pointed it at Rahan.
The sword tip trembled.
Rahan didn't draw his chain sickle, didn't swing his prosthetic arm, didn't even shout.
