Bab 87: Chapter 73 - Foment

Marcus wore a red padded cloth armor top, with dark brown bracers and thick pants tucked into boots, his body physically large, he held Ciel, the small woman by the hair, her body ragged and face beaten and held a longsword in his other hand.

A smile crawled across his face in a disgusting arc, revealing his oddly straight teeth that seemed to shimmer in the guilds room.

"It seems this bitch isn't of any more use." Ciel's head bounced off the wooden bar's counter, her body dropping straight down, crumpling at his feet limp, he touched his wrist, and grabbed a drink off the bar top, "...She was brave, you know. Made real tough for a woman. Even as she was beaten, she kept her mouth shut. Her loyalty is far more than I can say for you. And now you've made it in vain. I can't imagine, what she must have thought seeing you in her last moments, and realizing her little act was useless. What a soul crusher, don't you think, Vargas?"