“Quiqui, we have no use for this man. Get rid of him as you see fit.”
“Okay.”
Quiqui replied in a clear and lively tone of voice, and stepped closer to the man to carry out Alpina's instructions. She wears a childishly pretty atmosphere, but on the other hand, her eyes are clad in a light with a cold scent of doom that is characteristic of the Devil.
Quiqui silently grabs the man by the collar and lifts him above her head. Her petite frame could not lift him completely out of the air, but he had lost all will to fight and had no energy left to stand on his own feet.
Quiqui gazes into the man's eyes. At first glance, they look like father and daughter. But he screams with an unprecedented fear of her. She does not hesitate at all to respond to his cry for help, which comes from his distorted expression.