Chapter 463: 463 Boys, Part 34 - Ready

"That's... No, Obres"

"Saul, why..."

Saul was kicking Obles before Obles could finish saying anything. Kicked off, Obres rolled to the ground, hitting his head with a glass live desk and raising his voice gently.

"Guh."

"Obres, I've heard it. We're talking about you killing a priest in our Asia. [M] I didn't really know the other boy, but that's unacceptable. Because we can't do anything without a priest. And how do you excuse the Spirit or St. Arnelia from killing such a gracious priest for taking such good care of you?

"If that's what you're saying..."

The moment Obles tried to say something, Saul took out a new knife and stuck it on Obles' right leg. Seeing a blade stabbed deep in his own leg, the servant Obres also screamed.

"Wow, oh!

"No, Obres. I have to punish the bad boy. Ah. You know that's the decision here, even Obres, right?

Talk gently to Obres as Saul twists around the blade stabbed by Obres. The look looked just like a glass live, and Obles was sneaky. If you look into Saul's eyes as he endured the pain, those eyes were already different from those of a regular person.

Obles didn't know when Saul's eyes were so rotten. Before that, Saul was broken. In a different direction from the villa.

That Saul speaks.

"No, Obres. If you're here to help, why didn't you come sooner? The moles on my wrists and ankles have stopped disappearing because of repeated treatments, and my buttocks are sore and I can't sleep every night. 'Cause I hate priests, and I hate priests every day."

It was a continuum of "punishment" from which I could hardly hear. I do have experience with Obres as well. But the punishment Saul had inflicted on the priest was beyond the limits, as any end-of-place whore would not tolerate. It is no longer a punishment, it is no longer an area of torture.

Obles was thinking in a hazy consciousness, repeatedly being forced to pull back, as his consciousness was about to fly due to pain. He said he had to act faster. Everything was already too late, and he said it was his responsibility to make things worse until this happened.

And as if to corroborate the matter, now will not only the knights but also the men that Obles had asked for with his companions come through the door? Seeing them in a hazy consciousness, Obles was immersed in a desperate mood.

"Dear Glass Live, are you okay with your injury"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm already starting to do healing magic. There are many injuries, but bleeding is no big deal, and you don't seem to have one fatal wound. I was temporarily upset about what would happen."

Glass Live was waking up his upper body and being embraced by his own belly, the captain of the knight. Obres watched over the situation, but the sight was blocked by his companions. They start cursing at each other's mouths as they look down at the obres crawling to the ground.

"Obres, you betrayed us?

"... that's not what I meant..."

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"Then why are you trying to kill a priest! If we kill the priest, we lose our way out of here, okay?

"Yes, Elsia, if it helps us all by ourselves, shouldn't we? I've done that before, and that's how we've maintained this' brother '. It's impossible to treat only Elsia special now. I'm not allowed to do that!

The boys don't know anything about a pass. Saul called the boys, but he didn't bother to mention the pass. Because for Saul, it's unnecessary information.

Obles was not given the opportunity to argue before the people who verbally denied Obles' actions. It's just that Obles snaps like every wow, "No, no..." He only stared at the events in front of him as a blur.

In doing so, the wound healed glass live was standing up and letting his belly knight prepare a new coat of law. Glass Live said this without hesitation to the knight in his belly when he looked down at Obres, who had become soulless.

"Death to Obles."

"Do you mind?

"We no longer need this child. It won't do anything. Besides, priest-killing is also a felony in Arnelia. Permission granted by my authority."

"The other children..."

"Follow up on that. More than that, I'm not in that situation. Let's at least try to make that girl feel comfortable tonight, but let's just say we go around our thoughts slowly. You know that, don't you? I'm more indulgent in my hobbies than I am."

The knight just nodded as he ate his face, but drooling his head, to a glass live smiling with pleasure.

"... as you said"

"Call Saul and Layer later, too. Let's not hesitate to try and have some fancy fun tonight. Whatever I say, I'm in trouble."

I don't see the look on Glass Live's face, but Obles had heard the wonder and its words clearly. The voices of the companions around them curse themselves, even though they can hardly be heard. The boys, who until half a day ago already thought they were buddies, were about to kick Obles in the ass and elicit some reaction when they saw Obles disagree with nothing.

When one began to kick, the behavior was chained, and Obles became the feather of assault involving the boys on the spot. Bleeding from the stabbed stomach became a lot, but no one cared about it. Assault in groups disperses responsibility. We don't know the total amount because each person doesn't wield a lot of violence. Since the assault Obres had already reached the realm of serious injury even if he was a healthy boy, it was originally an assault that could no longer be described as fatal for Obres, who was seriously ill. Seeing how it was, the knight in the heart of Glass Live also stopped himself from getting his hands on it. Because I saw Obres rolling around sprinkling blood and I didn't think I needed that either.

Obles had a clear head due to the pain of the assault at first, but his consciousness was gradually distant as he bled more. He had become so blurred that his death did not already involve a sense of reality, but only one purpose was still clear in it. It was never a matter of resentment towards my people.

"(Get Elsia... Layer, I need to help Gail)"

Obles has never thought of himself as a kind person. But as someone who was abandoned and sad by the world, I always thought I just didn't want the same thoughts to be made others. That's why he had enough companions to laugh at in this tragic situation, and his companions followed him because they believed he wouldn't abandon them.

Therefore, the dismay of the fellows who felt betrayed by Obles was terrible, and Obles was unnecessarily condemned. I didn't think I was that trusted as Obres, so I was suffering from understanding why my fellow man hit me so hard, but at the same time I could no longer afford to just spend it on understanding, and the only thing that dominated Obres was the emotions that, in the end, could be described as his principles.

Following that emotion, Obles squeezed his last force and held his right hand. The point where that hand is waved down is - myself.

Continued

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