Love At The Wrong Table

Meanwhile, a sinister scene unfolded within the building in the midst of the forest.

Snake Master’s hand, as supple and flexible as a snake, coiled around the Saintess’ neck, drawing her closer to him. With a wicked grin that exposed his fangs, he taunted, “Lady Saintess, did you ever imagine that one day you would fall into my clutches?”

The Saintess struggled, desperately attempting to break free from his serpent-like grip, but her efforts were in vain.

She was utterly powerless!

“You believed that breaking my limbs would be the end of me, didn’t you? Your Holy Fire organization is truly heartless and despicable. It sickens me!”

“Bah! What gives you, a traitor, the audacity to utter such words?” Though her face was pale, the Saintess maintained her haughty demeanor. “You betrayed the Redback Assassins, who asked me to clean up their mess.

My greatest mistake was not eliminating scum like you earlier! How dare you treat me like this? The Holy Fire organization will tear you to pieces!”

“Scum? Am I scum?” Snake Master’s eyes turned blood-red, his anger reaching its boiling point. “How many lives have I taken for the organization? How much wealth have amassed for them? How much have I contributed to their cause? And what have they given me in return? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” he exclaimed. “They treated me like a dog, a mere tool for killing! One mistake, and they wanted my life! So, I was just a tool that could be discarded at any moment for the sake of the organization’s interests? A tool that could be abandoned? A killing tool! After giving so much to its master, can’t it make a single mistake? I won’t accept it! I resent it! I hate it!!” His grip on the Saintess’ neck tightened as he spoke, his agitation evident.

Saintess’ face grew even paler, but her eyes remained defiant, showing

this would be too merciful!” Snake Master had no intention of allowing this woman to die easily. Recalling the torture he had endured within the organization and the pain

sizes and colors began to slither up

your Holy Fire organization! You, the figurehead Saintess, will be the first to bear the brunt!” Snake Master’s eyes gleamed with cruelty. His hatred for the Saintess

person, not a grotesque creature that was neither human nor snake. He was a monster, a homeless dog. Only by protecting his sister and eliminating his enemies could he

out a moan of pain.

it make a single mistake? I won’t accept it! I resent it! I hate it!!” His grip on the Saintess’ neck tightened as

paler, but her eyes remained

Recalling the torture he had endured within the organization

moment, snakes of various sizes and colors began to slither up the

effect. They will make you experience every kind of pain imaginable before allowing you to die slowly! This is the punishment for the countless lives ruined and taken by your Holy Fire organization! You, the figurehead Saintess, will be the first to bear the brunt!” Snake Master’s eyes gleamed with cruelty.. His hatred for the Saintess extended beyond the fact that she had crippled him. He despised the Redback Assassins, but

not a grotesque creature that was neither human nor snake. He was a monster, a homeless dog.

the Saintess let out a moan