Oliver was somewhat rendered helpless when the man loudly said that he wasn't afraid of death.
This meant that there was really no way to force him or so to speak harder.
"Oliver, let's torture him. We can make him live a life worse than death." Miya suddenly made a suggestion.
This was the easiest sounding idea, but it might be a bit too much.
Killing the enemy and torturing were two different concepts. Doing the latter could make oneself distorted as the pleasure of torturing people arose.
Oliver didn't want himself or his aunt to become like that.
Plus, torturing him for a while might not be enough. If he was left alone, he might report all these events to the constellation behind him. That would be more trouble for them.
"Aunt, there's no need to do that," he said in response.
"Then what are you planning to do?" she asked, knitting her brows slightly.
Click!