Chapter 381: Nosebleed

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Chapter 381: Nosebleed

“You’re actually useful?” Captain Flavna uttered, hardly able to believe that the two morons found the priority target.

Both Plato and Ptolemy lit up with joy, feeling like champions returning with a trophy. Plato stepped and extra step forward and said, “I-It is a pleasure to serv—”

“Shut the fuck up and put her down before you snap her shoulder!” Flavna commanded.

"C-captain... My head...” Felicia groaned under Flavna’s boot.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Flavna stepped off Felicia’s head. “Do you need a hand?”

“No-no, I’m fine,” Felicia muttered, slowly trying to get up.

“Well, that’s great to hear!” Flavna said. “You see, for a second there I was worried that you managed to destroy this entire operation, cause dozens if not hundreds of casualties, start a city-wide panic, as well as let the virtue of the sixth princess be forever tarnished with of thousands of witnesses! But as long as you’re fine, my mind is at ease!”

“Like I said, that psycho princess was the one who started this whole mess! I did my best to contain—”

*SLAP*

A single backhand slap from Captain Flavna was enough to knock Felicia off her feet again.

“Ufff,” Felicia landed with face into the rocks and dust. She instantly covered her nose with her hands, but blood already seeped through her fingers within seconds.

However, the captain did not even touch the girl. He raised his hand, held it mere inches from Mary’s slumped head and closed his own eyes. His grin disappeared as soon as started some invisible spell. Gamesh remained like this for almost ten seconds before he opened his eyes again and lowered his hand.

“It could have been worse,” Gamesh told Flavna and with a nod pointed to some of the nearby soldiers who kept pleasuring themselves in pained delirium or with utterly blank expressions.

“Will she recover?” Flavna asked.

“The Bloody Mary? Yes. Some of the others, no. It is best to get her out of here as soon as possible.”

“Agreed,” Flavna nodded. “Clear the arena of the remaining demon pestilence and arrest every single living soul, no matter their condition. That includes all the incompetents that allowed this to happen and soiled our uniform!”

“U-Us too?” Ptolemy asked, distraught, pointing at himself.

Plato swung around and punched Ptolemy in the face.

“AUGH!! What for!?” Ptolemy asked, holding his nose. However, blood did come pouring out like from Flavna’s strike.

“You have a deathwish!?” Plato asked.

Gamesh chuckled.

“Have Reginald’s group sweep the mines, tunnel by tunnel,” Flavna added. “Marcus too. Collect any stragglers. We have more than enough space in the lower levels. I need to go wake up that fat pig. What a mess.”