"Interesting," after Friedrich explained the situation, Gilhelm dismissed him and Bruyi out of the room, leaving him alone with Skara.
"What do you think, sir?" She wiped the green hair from her eyes, revealing her same-coloured emerald eyes which shone like an actual gem.
Her dark gloves brushed against his hand as he waited for his comment; however, all Gilhelm did was chuckle for a while.
"Sir—"
"Klaus will be an interesting specimen," he grabbed Skara's hand and squeezed it so tight it nearly broke, making her squirm as she yelped from the pain.
"We might have to recruit him in the future," with that, he stood and walked out of the room, leaving Skara alone, who was just stretching her hand, fingers shaking violently.
—
The next morning, Klaus woke up with all of his being sore and feeling heavy.
'The hell,' as he opened his eyes, Jyrana was laid out on his limbs, weighing them down like he was the Titanic being sunk underwater.
