Ramiel stared at the tunnel into which Sera, Liza, and the three goblins had disappeared for several minutes. He was torn between conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he was disgusted with himself for breaking his rules. He knew that with the condemnation of the women, a measly part of humanity had died within him.
This was accompanied by an unpleasant tightness in his chest that would stay with him for a long time.
On the other hand, he tried to think logically. First of all, he is the dungeon master and should think of the dungeon and his subordinates first. Some time ago, he had promised something to the goblins for rescuing Asme and Caera in the Forest of Night Rippers... Now, it was time to repay the debt.
After all, what kind of ruler would he be if he threw words to the wind?
What would the creatures living in the dungeon respect him for?
For empty words?
