章 192: Revenge is.... Uninteresting

Although they needed to leave, Cristine and Strax realized it wouldn't be possible, as they were too exhausted. So, they decided to sit down and wait a bit to catch their breath before returning to common civilization.

Strax sat on a tree stump while wiping the blood off his swords, listening to the crackle of the flames that rose into the night sky. The smell of burnt flesh and blood spread across his view. In his hands, his two daggers were being carefully cleaned with a small cloth he had just stolen from one of the bodies he had killed so cruelly.

"Thank you, my dear wives," he commented while wiping the blood from the daggers. Of course, he knew those words carried some weight, and it was felt by the two dragons, who couldn't help but smile…

"He finally called us wives…" Ouroboros remarked as her body writhed with possessive love. She hadn't even been touched or felt by him, but her inner spiritual body trembled with warmth…