Azel walked out of the room with Lillia holding onto his good arm, her tiny steps quick and eager to match his.
His other arm had regenerated but the state it was left in still made him grimace.
It was working, yes, but in shambles, aching as if it had been twisted into knots.
'Bone Strengthening my ass,' he thought bitterly, remembering the "lesson" he had endured earlier.
To him, it was less about strengthening bones and more about watching him suffer.
Whoever devised that method probably enjoyed the screams of their disciples.
The stingy man who craved divinity more than anything — Azel could only curse him silently.
They descended the staircase quickly.
Down below, the women were gathered, each pair of eyes fixed on him as he entered.
Their gazes were not uniform — Edna's eyes was filled with worry, Diana's eyes with amusement, and Effie's eyes with outright disapproval.
Effie spoke first.
