Lady Slave gritted her teeth as her eyes flashed with anger. She took an unsteady, deep breath. "What are you? You are not a Magus! Who sent you here? Are you here to stop me?"
Vacuse frowned. "That's a lot of questions."
He did not answer right away either; his hand went to his back and traced his scars while he kept his eyes on Lady Slave and her remaining stubbornness.
His fingers pried into the scars until they started to bleed and tear through the first layer. Then, one by one, he began to remove the needles he had stored in his flesh.
He breathed a sigh when he finished removing them. He raised the five needles. "This is truly a great discomfort for me. I'm glad to finally get it out."
The needles had been put there over time as the only source of weapon that he had, and putting them in his flesh had been the simplest way to hide them from view.
Lady Slave did not think much of it because she looked at him as if he were the one who was actually mad.
