Chapter 102: A Ferryman's Pr[eye]ce

Azier took in a long, deep breath and looked down at Yrsula with a mix of pity and a cold detachment.

Pity for the pain she was obviously in, but with his newly ripped open heart, he didn't have much empathy for others at the moment; especially women.

"If you want me to b-beg for my life, you're not g-g-getting it." Yrsula insisted as she looked up from the ground at him from the side of her eye.

"Not at all. I find that sort of behavior far below my liking. I'd rather rip your tongue out and stop you from speaking altogether." He didn't mean what he said, but it felt good all the same to threaten it.

"Fine. Go for it. If my words hurt your pretty little ears, then by all means, do away with it instead of accepting the truth. You're a monster." She continued in her stubborn state and glared at him with deep contempt.

"Didn't we just have this exchange, like...fifteen seconds ago?" He sighed out with agitation.