His laughter was echoing inside the underground prison.

He brushed his face with both hands once he was done laughing about it. He had not felt like this in a long time.

�I shouldn�t have trusted them.�

Cale lowered his hands to see someone on the ground.

It was an old man wearing a robe with a single red star.

It was the old mage from Arm.

Cale looked at the old man and shared his sentiments.

��He really is barely alive.�

Raon had said that.

�He is alive, but barely breathing. He�s right about to die, however, he is still alive.�

The old man truly was right at the edge of death�s door. His entire body was injured. His skin was blue as if he had been hit by all sorts of magic spells and poison. His mana circle must have also broken during the battle as the skin in front of where his heart would be was black.

Cale turned toward Raon, who was not invisible as they were the only ones there. Raon slowly avoided his gaze as On and Hong slowly walked away toward the corner of the underground prison with Raon.

Raon started to mumble.

�Our not-as-weak human bled. They needed to not only bleed, but their blood needed to pour out. They shouldn�t be allowed to have an easy death. We need to rip them to shreds and then cut off their necks.�

�I agree!�

�Our youngest did a good job this time. We did too.�

Cale decided to let it go since even the silver kitten, On, agreed with the other two.

The children averaging nine-years-old.

What could he really expect from such children?

It seemed that having a discussion with the old mage was not possible.

That was disappointing.

That was why he turned toward the other two people who had only one red star on their robes. He could also see Beacrox taking off his previously white gloves and throwing them aside.

Plop.

The gloves landed on the table with the torture instruments. The gloves had long turned black from dried blood. JrNovels.com