"Will this method work?" Soka whispered. Zilvra signaled her to be silent, keeping her eyes fixed on the mage.
The sudden knocking shattered the silence. Without lifting his head, Lynch said to the door, "Regula, come in."
The martial monk pushed the door open, followed by the Dark Elf Zarra. Both were ready for battle, but Lynch knew they had other matters to discuss.
"Lynch, hand over the big snake to me," Regula said. "I want to take this beast back to the mountains—another dimension. There, he will be kept under tight supervision to ensure no more mischief arises."
Lynch slowly asked, "Under what charges?"
"Theft, deceit, massacre, and inciting massacre," the martial monk replied. "These are just a fraction of his crimes. In our world, he and his agents are responsible for the deaths of millions."
"Alright. If he refuses to surrender to me, then he's yours," Lynch nodded.
