Chương 702: Her type

"Is he going to be alright…?" Lilou wondered under her as she watched Samael use a soldier's head as a stepping stone and then jumped on the undead's head. "I guess so."

She huffed silently as she squinted her eyes at the brutality of the situation. She clutched her bicep and took a step back, terrified to see more of this. Although she had seen and had grown familiar with the nobles' cruelty towards peasants like her, this was just a different level of brutality. 

It wasn't a sight she was ready to see… or maybe not. The sight of it made her heart pound against her chest. However, she didn't feel as frightened as she should be. She felt sick to her stomach, but it was more like she strangely pitied those monsters.

"Why…" she whispered, clutching her chest as this sympathy slowly grew to dismay. "… who could do this to them?"