Clarissa had always liked Gabriel, but it was the arrogant, powerful Gabriel she admired. Not this broken shell lying helplessly on the ground. Faced with such a reality, even she did not know how to feel.
Meanwhile, Black and White had already returned to their usual harmless appearances, quietly pretending to be decorative spirit beasts. Shihtzu lazily nestled in Zora's arms, enjoying the familiar warmth with contentment.
"Master, are you really letting Clarissa go just like that?" Black asked, clearly dissatisfied.
To the beast king, Clarissa was nothing more than an annoying fly. Letting her off so easily felt far too lenient.
Zora smiled faintly, her expression calm and unhurried. "The two scratches on her face from Shihtzu are already the greatest punishment for her."
"I still feel it's not enough," Black muttered.
