Kapitel 238: Watch Her Cry

After drinking to his satisfaction, Fergus cleaned his mouth and sighed. As fun as the experience was, he couldn't help feeling this overwhelming sense of emptiness eating him up inside. 

It was as if he was missing something and killing people only made that more obvious now. 

As he looked at Lupe's dead body, he almost felt... Sorry? Nah, that couldn't be it. He, Fergus, feels 'sorry' for a meaningless mortal?

They were all crops, waiting to be harvested by those who were powerful like himself. He couldn't care less. 

"I guess there'll be no use hiding this body. I just have to hurry back to the camp now." He muttered to himself and rushed up to Kylo's room where he'd snuck into the house, but then picked up a scent. 

He recognized this perfume a little too well. It smelt like strawberries, spring flowers, and everything sweet that irked him to no end. But it also smelt annoyingly soothing because of who wore it...

Isleen.