Under Merica's desperate intervention, Magre narrowly avoided the fate of being buried alive.
Of course, Shane didn't actually intend to bury someone to death, he just wanted to uphold his reputation as someone who follows through on his words. He planned to bury the nouveau riche young master so that only his head remained above ground, breathing. If he was lucky, someone would find him the next day, and if not, he might end up as a midnight snack for some passing demon—fate would decide.
Now, with Merica's fierce opposition, Shane wasn't insistent and readily gave up on the idea of burying the man.
However, if not burying, perhaps hanging him would be fine?
So...
"Let our dear young master enjoy a wonderful night right here, shall we?"
Shane stood under a tree, contentedly dusting his hands off while he was completely engrossed in his masterpiece.
"Is... is this really okay?"
It was Merica who, looking at the scene in front of her, didn't quite know what to say.