"Who did it?"
"I ask you, who did it!!?"
Beep beep beep...
The sapphire on the Ring of Suffering turned crimson and emitted an ear-piercing noise—this indicated that the wearer's mental state had reached a critical edge.
Herbert looked at Valentina, whose vertical pupils were spewing flames of anger, almost consumed by rage. He raised his hand and stammered:
"Uh, you don't have to be upset, it's just a flesh wound, most of it's my own blood..."
Damn it.
Looks like things got out of hand.
He thought about leaving for a moment to let Valentina calm down, but she gripped his collar tightly, giving him no chance to escape.
"...Lead the way."
Valentina's voice was hoarse, seething with anger, mixed with a hint of regret that Herbert could not understand.
"Valentina, calm down first, I..."
Thud!
Valentina stomped her foot forcefully, causing the entire space to shake violently, interrupting Herbert's next words.
"I want you to..."
