Rin's eyes widened.
'Should I? Did this brat of a priest just ask that question? Are priests supposed to kill?' he thought to himself and later stared at the priest, whose face was so close to his.
He stepped back and shook his head.
"No... no! Please don't. I just want to leave."
Ezra nodded slowly.
"I see..."
"Yeah... So... Bye-bye!"
Rin turned to walk away, but Ezra's voice stopped him.
"But... Who will handle all of these if you go?"
Rin frowned.
"Isn't that your job? You're the priest here."
"I'm off duty."
"Are you kidding me?! Do priests work part-time?"
"Deal with your mess," he said. Rin frowned, folding his arms. He didn't want to do it and he knew he wouldn't. Never!
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Minutes later, Rin found himself grunting and groaning as he pushed a heavy wooden cart down the stone road... loaded with seven unconscious alpha bodies.
Ezra walked beside him without lifting a single finger.
"Aren't you going to help?" He asked.
