Reincarnation Monarch

"... Now, what is it..."

Shester shrugged like he was talking to himself.

But soon he remembered that Lombardo beside him was hurting his throat, and hastily took over the words.

"Oh, no, you didn't talk to the Deputy Secretary, did you? It's just solitary. Lieutenant, please take your throat."

Then Yashib, who was keeping an eye on the cage with Lennon's life, yelled as he looked back in angry shape.

"This is crazy! You guys! I just told you to be nice! Or something? You want me to hurt you so bad? Then why did you do it now?!?

Yashib came stuffed towards the cage yelling.

And he grabbed the iron lattice with the same momentum, and threatened the Lombards with ghostly shapes.

"Was it that loud? My solitary."

"Shut up! Don't sound great! Your lives are in my hands now!? You know what I mean!?

But Shester was completely frightened by the intimidation of Yashib.

"Hmm! Don't lie to me, Lennon's dog. You can't have the discretion to do this to our lives. Borrowing the authority of a tiger is on your own, but when you're told a lie that's too easy to understand and thin, it makes this one feel cold, doesn't it? Let's not do this any more."

"Don't get on with it, sir!... Indeed you are right, Master Lennon has not told me that I can kill you. But it also means you don't have to fix it or kill it!

"Well, what are we going to do? Say it."

"Damn! He's a great guy to make... ok, wait a minute!

Yashib said, once he went into another room in the building.

And when I did some metal noise, it sounded like chatter, and I came back to the front of the Lombards.

"How about that! Look at this!

Yashib showed up with a giant iron hammer in his right hand and a giant saw still in his left hand in front of the two.

Yashib was hitting and rubbing these two weapons together to make a metal noise.

But Shester looked at such a strange weapon and breathed one sigh in his face without moving at all.

"Come on! Be patient and be busy..."

Yashib viewed Shester's sigh as a play to hide his inner fear.

But Shester's face was full of vigour, and he had not seeped a sweat in his forehead.

"... are you licking this me? I need to get my hands on you guys. But aren't you getting high? Don't lick me! If you have one arm or so, Lennon will give you enough discretion to slash it!

Has Yashib's anger reached its climax? His eyes were like running blood, flying angular bubbles.

But Chester was still calm and never meant to.

"Well... then do as you please. Come on, let's get this over with, okay?