"I said I don't want to work together. Do you not understand simple words?"
"How dare you—"
"Stop."
The hooded man grabbed the woman's arm before she could cast a Spell at Dante.
He looked at me, then at his leader who was stuck in the broken wall.
Two of their members rushed to pull their leader out.
"Is that a Cursed Item? I can't feel any life from it," the hooded figure said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"You can sense life? Looks like at least one of you is half-decent."
"You bitc—"
"Dante."
The moment I said his name, the woman shut her mouth.
I chuckled.
"Why did you stop cursing? Are you afraid?"
The woman glared at me, shaking with anger.
But she didn't step forward after glancing at Dante again.
The last two members managed to pull their leader free from the wall.
I stared at the injured man for a moment.
Did I feel bad?
I didn't.
I could debate he was injured because of his own stupidity or because I was acting in character.
But the truth was simple.
