Punish You In Hell

The voice was that of a suited bomb expert.

"Clear," the one working on the jacket said. They quickly took the jacket off and took it out. Ladislas bumped into them and huffed. He wasn't in a mood for their surprised look.

"Excuse me, how did you get in here?" a soldier asked.

He raised his hand and knelt down beside Anna's prone figure. He placed his hand over her body and despite knowing there was not much to heal, he put in all his powers to knit together her muscles and mend her bones. She didn't awaken, much to his dismay. He kept staring at her for the longest time, thinking he could manage it, but the words of his father came back to him.

"Sir, who are you?" He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head to glare. His eyes glowed, his spell being cast.

"If you don't lift that hand right now—"

"Leave him alone," Wild Boar said, interrupting Ladislas. "I know him."