The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Her skin and fingers were rotting where the motel manager touched the pendant, as if being corroded by acid at a visible rate. Worst of all, she could not even feel any pain from it!

"W-What's going on here?!"

Horrified, the motel manager turned and ran.

Drunken Moon was ready to give chase, but Frank stopped her. "She's not going to have it easy without her fingers. Let her go."

Drunken Moon nodded and pointed at the pendant on the floor. "What the heck is that?"

Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?"

Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough."

Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"

Frank chuckled and beckoned with his finger.

his palm obediently right then, and curiously, it was not corroding

nodded. "It seems that the reverend was really helpful. Before

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a sinister glare at the bellgirl as he studied

like the middle- aged man and was naturally cowed

out about the details on the matter. Your party is the one in the wrong here-forget not apologizing, you're really going to cause more trouble? How do your