I wanted to save that last mortal – perhaps keep him alive using potions so I could obtain all the information I needed.
And maybe perhaps, he would be so filled with gratitude for saving his life that he would teach me some magic?
Was that wishful thinking?
Even if he died, I wanted to keep his body so I could appraise it when my penalty was over.
But now... This temperamental lizard ruined my fantasy.
The sound of flesh being torn apart was very loud in the now quiet battlefield. I glared at Sylrin who had the dead mortal's arm dangling between his jaws, and seeing him so excitedly tearing apart the body made something within me wilt.
This inconsiderate lizard!
I rushed towards him and knocked him away from the corpse.
He had no regard for my plans at all and I was upset!
First, he didn't listen to what I said, then he went on to kill without my permission and he had resisted my orders to stop fighting so many times!