"Tsk, at least I have my fun," said the sinewy man as he grinned. "It seems you can't show any futile resistance anymore."
"Vice Leader," said a man, who had gotten out of the Inn building, called his superior as he saw him.
Then when he turned his head, he noticed an interesting sight in his peripheral vision, stunning him.
A person, no, a woman covered with reddish-orange clothes, was filled with gashes from her arm to her legs.
Her intricate opaque skin was marred with blood, overflowing from the deep wound.
Only her face was covered, but all of her skin was exposed.
"Huh?"
Something caught the Vice Leader's attention.
But before he could narrow his eyes to confirm what he was seeing, he was startled when Lilith suddenly ran and escaped.
'I will remember this humiliation!'
She swore to get revenge by herself one day.
There was another reason why she had chosen to escape.