Peace and Justice. . . Are you kidding? give me a break. (1)

Lilian knelt on the ground as she wept tears as she looked at her fallen comrade the same fellow who she thought was weird and odd. But he's a hero to her she finally realized his worth... but it's too late.

She held his limp body as it bled out.

"Is there anything we can do?!.." she cried, as the sky turned a violet hue, as the trio sat around a blazing blue fire.

"No, there's nothing we.. --"

"Shut up! you barbarian, you don't know what it's like..."

Yameru's eyes widened in shock stumbling a bit, she looked at Lilian trying to find the right words to say, there's nothing they can do they don't have the right equipment to help him a bit bothered that she was called an uncivilized barbarian, This Cambion* was called all aspects of insults but she never heard this one thrown at her.

Who gave blonde the audacity to let out such a word?

Lilian saw the half-blood sit there in silence looking down at its feet, She curled up her lips in scorn.

Pressing down on her comrade's wound with a cloth, Lilian decided to focus on keeping Edward alive, a leather cloth was suddenly thrown foot, the contents scattered from the cloth which seems to be a bone needle with thin thread whirled up in a ball.

Lilian recalls taking knitting with her grandmother back at home in their old cottage in front of the woods. They had their own little business selling clothing, Grandmother taught her how to sew so she'd recognize the type of thread lying at her feet.

Silk thread.

She made clothing with silk before it was hard to get by in her town back at home.

She was grateful, she raised her head to thank Yameru but she swallowed her gratefulness she felt that this demon wasn't worthy, This would never happen to Edward without that cambion's poor leadership.

As the blonde woman started stitching up the burly man's open large wound soaked in blood, It looked his torso looked unrecognizable, Lilian couldn't find the wound due to all the blood spilled all over his body.

She wiped away the crimson blood before she started to stitch, Edwards's wound seemed to stop bleeding nevertheless he's still breathing but faintly.

"Ha..ha.-" The sound of his rough breathing, was kinda hot to Lilian's ears she had to clear her thoughts, She was supposed to stitch his wound why is she thinking about how attractive his breathing sounded.

She recalls their encounter with that creature mauling that person alive back there, Edward wanted to play the hero in front of the beauty and didn't listen to the warnings of the loli demon.

He wanted to let that creature in its damn grave but it was him who was thrown in the grave, oh the irony was he was knocked out with bloody hands, The fight was pretty intense though.

Edward had a smile on his when he lay in her arms, he thought dying in the arms of beauty wouldn't be that bad, but it's a shame he was not going to die, unfortunately. What a pity he already cleared his browsing history back at home on his desktop.

He doesn't need liquor in blood or smoke inside his lungs to tell you what the fuck he thinks, his thoughts could be seen on his face.

Dying is easy living is harder.

He doesn't want to live on this island any longer, and death could be the only thing that could set him free. right?

He can hear the two ladies who accompanied him on the trip talk, the busty blonde and the shaggy-haired loli, their conversation was very too vague to his ears but Lilian seemed to be upset and angry as she 'talked' to the demon.

"it's your fault!" The woman yelled.

A soft yet cold voice responded sounding as if they were taken aback in shock a little, "How is...that you go about defining good. And evil as if you are some type of righteous saint?" The voice continued to say calmly -

"There's no need for you to worry about such trivial things, All you need to worry about is that man who is in dire need of you're assisting to save him, So shut the hell up and stitch up his wound, Lilian you can't talk and work at the same time. " Said Yameru the loli half-blood demon who spent their entire life on this wretched island.

Lilian couldn't find any words to say, she opens her mouth but no sound comes out, she just looks down and continues to stitch up the wound.