บท 133: Succumb to Insanity

"I'll go with the royal family," Ophelia decided for herself.

"Absolutely not," Killorn declared, shooting to his feet. A vein popped on his clenched jaw as he shot her a warning glare. The room grew chilly, as his presence thickened with fury. "You want to willingly become a prisoner? Do you really think they'll just keep you there for the sake of protecting you?"

"Well, that is the intention," Everest reasoned.

"I know the extent of the royal family's greed. You'll keep Ophelia as prisoner, draining her blood dry on the basis of 'experimentation' and exploitation, then, wait for her to regenerate more, and then, repeat the process," Killorn spat out. "You think I'd let you start a monopoly over her blood, and let everything go awry? F*ck off Everest."

Killorn drew his sword, but Ophelia remained her ground.

"I can keep myself safe," Ophelia said. "If I concentrate enough, then I can do anything I-I put my mind to and—"