A pair of big eyes stared at him, Wayne felt itchy, couldn't resist, and raised his fingers to poke them.
"Ah! My eyes, my eyes!!"
Grew rolled around in pain, his cheerful manner sharply contrasted with the tranquility that Death represents.
"Stop acting, I didn't even use any force."
"I'm not acting, I really can't see."
"I won't argue with that; you truly are blind. What do you mean by saying Xizor was killed instantly, and Saine was spared because she looks good? You're making me sound like a pervert."
Wayne snorted twice, ignored the still dramatic Grew, and said to Rone: "That's roughly the situation. I defeated and captured Saine in the Eighth Layer, she came to her senses in time and only wished to repent before the Goddess..."
"Met Grew in the Sixth Layer. He was an undercover agent all along, surrendered after some casual fighting..."
"Just now, on the outskirts of the Eleventh Layer, Xizor is a staunch rebel, couldn't persuade him, so I slaughtered the dragon."
