Bab 88: The Battle Of Slaves [Pt 1]

"This is your last chance, tell me where your master went to!" Gerund asked, pointing his spear toward Astra and Balak.

Balak sighed and shrugged.

"Oi, geezer. Are we going to fight already or what?" He asked.

Gerund was really enraged by the casual and disrespectful behavior of a slave, one who wasn't even human to begin with.

"Commander, commander. Can't we just slice them up and carve them into beautiful bloody sculptures? Maybe they'll be willing to talk then?" Phoebe said with an obsessive smile as she glanced over to Balak.

Immediately Balak shivered at her gaze.

"They'll be too dead to answer anything, you little..." Gerund said as he sighed.

"I can't deal with this girl" He groaned to himself.