"Everyone listen to me!"
"From now on, we will let you slaughter one Fallen every day for 4 hours. The arrangement of this and the organization of the daily slaughtering order is the responsibility of the friend named Cacao. I advise you to view him as a member of The Raiders party; at your first misstep, you will be permanently deprived of our help!"
The crowd, boiling on the inside, started whistling like a pressure cooker after my announcement; they didn't seem like they would feel relieved without letting out all the gas built up inside them.
"Are we good now, my friend?"
The man, whose snow-white eyelashes were fluttering in astonishment, was staring at my face with eyes full of disbelief, while I felt like I was experiencing deja vu. Before I died, people a bit older than me would often freeze up at my actions; Cacao was also busy floundering under the responsibility I suddenly dumped on him.
Rimel, can you give the party back to me?
