"What are you doing?!?"
The entire room shook with the fury of Solomon's roar.
For some reason, Abel was greatly amused by the sound.
"So much for not having a relationship with her, eh? You really need to work on your acting."
Yari sat up on the table abruptly, knife still sticking out of her head.
'Why is everyone always coming back from the dead around me?!' Solomon wanted to scream.
Yari frowned at the foreign object piercing her between the eyes.
"…Get this thing out of my head."
"I didn't hear a please on the end of that, princess."
"ABEL!"
"What a cantankerous old woman you are…"
"I am not in the mood to play with you, boy..!"
"Yes, yes.."
Abel removed the knife from Yari's forehead.
Once the blade was removed, the old man drunkenly waved the knife at Solomon.
"Never seen anything like Savior's Qi, have you, boy? Kekeke…"
Solomon shook his head no. He was more than a little surprised to learn how different his instructor was when he was drunk.
