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.

obediently right then, and curiously, it

Moon nodded. "It seems that the reverend was really helpful. Before this, you would be hurt even though you may be able

had taken to new heights with the

could proudly say that he dealt with even missiles, let alone the pendant's corrosion

now, he was a version of Superman who was not vulnerable to

he glanced outside just then, "There's

middle-aged man and was

was no catching up to him

someone like Frank as his friend, he would definitely

martial nut, she was fine being inferior as she did not

at the bellgirl as he studied her. "You're the one who caused trouble last

through enough trouble to face someone like the middle- aged man and was

is the one in