Chapter 32
Two males walk out from between the crack of a gigantic tree with goosebumps on their skins. “Not kill him? What does she mean by not killing him? Isn’t he already dead? We successfully killed him, right?” one of the males asked as they were walking away. “She wouldn’t tell us that if he really is dead.” said the other male whose graying hair blended in with the forest’s flora of ethereal colors. “But we saw it with our own eyes! He died!” insists the male. “Are you saying that you’re doubting her?” the male raised a gray eyebrow. “I’m saying, you could’ve interpreted her messages wrong. There’s no doubt that he died. End of story.” The gray-haired male sighed. “And you think that this is the first time I got her message wrong after doing this for 500 years without a mistake?” “W-we
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