The middle-aged man was about to say something when he saw the door of his study room was knocked open again, but this time, a twisted corpse appeared in his field of vision together with his wife.

"I want my child!" the woman with a distorted face screamed.

The old woman shook her head: "She's crazy."

What answered her was the revolver raised in her husband's hand, and the body that fell with the sound of gunfire.

"Hand over her body and say it was contaminated by Chaos." Taking back the revolver, the middle-aged man sighed: "Enough people have died. Tell the bishop of the God of Justice that we have no intention of pursuing Ma."

Forest."

"But, after all, it's our children."

"My father had eleven brothers in the last wave of death. When it ended, only he and the youngest brother survived... Now I am not old enough to have children, so if I am ignorant... I will die.

Dead." At this point, the middle-aged man sighed: "Tell the children not to think about revenge if you don't have enough strength."

"...I understand, Sherrington." The old woman nodded in agreement. She looked at her sister, who had been carried to the door by the maid.
Chapter completed!