Gently wrapping his arms around the stiff body of Delfi, the man let out a malicious chuckle.
Delfi turned her head with difficulty, pressing her icy cheek against his shoulder, and said hoarsely, "My lord, He..."
"He is tired of you."
Ramollok's voice was cold and resolute. His slender fingers grazed Delfi's cheek, and the pupils behind his glasses contracted excitedly as he murmured, "Because you are a burden, a problem, a pathetic weight, and yet you are so loyal, Delfi, so very loyal, and it is this loyalty that has allowed you to survive under our Lord's protection this long and create havoc for the sect with impunity."
"My... loyalty..."
