Her boots too, it would seem.
Hm...
Slaying this degenerate would be too easy, then. And dare she say... unsatisfactory.
That is why she intends to stick her staff so far up the goblin's rectum just to see if she still sings the same tune.
Frieren's ears twitched ever so slightly as she processed the woman's words. "I see," she hummed. "That's something Himmel would say."
She paused her reading, her mind naturally drifting to memories of an era long past. When she and the Hero still walked side by side...
+ What followed was a loud shriek as he fell to his knees in horror.
As for Frieren, having successfully resolved the issue, she simply turned and walked away.
A small figure with a book tucked beneath her arm approached in Mirko's stead.
๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
The elf ignored their warnings, seemingly oblivious to the danger. Even as the villain made threats to end the life of the hostage, Frieren's unenthused look remained. +
+ She collapsed to the ground, but quickly scurried away; sobbing.
The man had stumps where his hands should've been, and for a long moment he stood there, at a loss as to what had occurred. Until finally it clicked. +