Warrick's eyes widened with incredulity as he stared at Mag. His longsword clattered to the ground, and he fell back onto the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he stared intently at Mag. Even following his demise, his eyes were still wide open.
Blood slowly seeped from his body, staining the ground red, and tainting the small puddles nearby.
The scent of blood in the air caused Mag to furrow his brows, and his hand shuddered slightly. Killing someone was not easy, after all.
However, Mag didn't regret killing Warrick.
He deserved to die for his crimes; besides, he had threatened the most precious thing in Mag's life.
From the moment that he displayed lust toward Amy, he was already a dead man.
He was telling him as a father that little lolis were born to be spoiled, not to be tainted by disgusting men like him.
"Father is so strong!!!" Amy closed her eyes, but she still clapped her little hands with elation.
