Chapter 7
I brought him back to the supervision room, cut open his pant leg, carefully removed the special bullet, and bandaged the wound properly.
Sa'er stared at me without blinking once.
"Why aren't you punishing me?"
"Why are you being so good to me?"
"Punishment solves nothing. Of course, I might have a bit more patience toward beautiful creatures."
Sa'er lowered his head, his face faintly red.
"Rest early and stop running around if you don't want to become a lame fish."
"Oh."
In the monitoring room, I watched the full footage of tonight's prison break.
The shadow demon had used Sa'er's name to rally the prisoners into a riot.
It hid within the shadows and killed several guards. When the commotion grew too big and it realized it couldn't escape, it prepared to slaughter everyone.
Sa'er came out to stop it, which allowed the late-arriving guards to survive. But the ungrateful ones shot him without distinguishing right from wrong.
No wonder the fish was so angry.
I opened the Dream Bubble that Dream-Eating Mo had given me.
The scene flickered. A small white ray fish was flapping its fins, laboriously digging dead rays one after another out of the sea sand.
As if trying to drag them somewhere.