"DON'T LET the elf die," Nikolai said to his Soul Beasts. "But you can rough him up a little bit more."
North, the Black Tortoise in his human form, laughed softly while putting the unconscious and bleeding elf on his shoulder like it was a sack of potatoes. "Your Majesty, you already took one of the elf's eyes, and you purified him until his insides were burned. And you still want us to rough him up?"
"Of course," he said without hesitation. "That's the bastard who hid like a roach in my daughter's soul for years. He must pay for his sin by suffering every moment of his worthless life."
"It's rare for Your Majesty to curse," Center, who was still in his snake form, said while crawling around North's leg. "I guess Princess Neoma's foul mouth has rubbed off on you. But you're cooler when you curse, Master. Please keep it up."
He just ignored the black snake.
But the Moon Priest shared commented on Center's remark.
