Chapitre 212: [Island Of Drath] [27] [Blessing]

"Tell me, Ewing," Sypha asked, looking at her, "How does it feel to torture the boy who kneeled and begged to save you and your family?"

"..."

Lauryn's cracked lips parted to say something, but all that came out was just a whimper.

She had enough time to realize that what she did all this time was wrong.

She let her anger and frustration cloud her judgment, even though she never wanted that to happen.

Shyamal slowly helped Christina move back, away from them, while Lauryn stood in front of them.

"Do you know how many times the young master has knelt in front of someone?" Sypha asked as she placed her halberd back. "...Only once."

She stepped forward, glaring at her. "Do you know how much I hate you for that?"

"...Why are you doing this to him?" Lauryn asked, her voice broken. "...Why?"

Sypha tilted her head in response. "Who are you to ask that?"

Lauryn trembled, her mahogany eyes crucifying Sypha.