"Goddess... number twenty and the new recruit—"
"I know. They are dead," Rebecca interrupted calmly, her voice unwavering despite the gravity of the news.
"By chance, Goddess, do you know who is responsible?" the Dragon King—Number Two—asked, kneeling respectfully before her.
"Yes. His name is Nemesis. One of the foreigners," Rebecca replied, her focus inward as her soul continued to recover.
"May I go after him?"
"If you want. But you won't," she said, her gaze flicking to him knowingly. "Your pride won't allow it."
"Hah. Goddess, you know me too well," Number Two smirked.
"You may leave, if you have nothing else to say," Rebecca ordered, her tone cold and final.
"Very well, Goddess." He bowed his head slightly, still grinning, and turned to leave.
"This will be my last warning to you. If you ever emit bloodlust or killing intent toward me again, I will obliterate you completely," Rebecca said flatly to his back.
