Chapter 463: Night of the hungry wolves (part 9)

"..."

Carambola turned around, took a handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped his hands, throwing the bloodied cloth away before kneeling at the body of his former master.

He wasn't the only one there.

Although Mary, Arion, and Roan, got away the first chance they got, Cranberry stayed behind and watched Fillia's corpse while everyone else was too busy watching the Crambola deal with the sigil monster.

"...why are you doing this, it's too late..."

The silver-haired man asked weakly, not even looking at the red-haired girl while she was finishing using her magic to close the horrible wounds dealt on the body of the pale thin girl.

"...she saved me... leaving her like this would be a disgrace..."

Cranberry shrugged her shoulders, similarly not looking at the old man.

Once she finished, she looked at him and pointed her hand at the gaping wound in his chest, and began healing it too.