"You lost. It's time to fulfill your promise." Alistair walked up to Saintess Lena. His predatory gaze roamed over her.
"Could we perhaps…"
"No!" Alistair cut the fox-eared girl's bargaining short with a sharp grin.
His sudden shout made Lena stumble backward, and tears immediately began to well in her eyes. The players stood to the side, at a complete loss. Intervene? What a joke. This was the man who had defeated their protagonist with a single blow. Did they want to get sent back to level zero?
But watching the Saintess, who looked so pitiful and small as she trembled in Alistair's shadow, tugged at their heartstrings.
Whatever. It's only five minutes. Let's just pretend we don't see it.
