"Oh no! Ragar, sorry, some got on your finger… that's gross, isn't it?"
Ragar froze for a moment, staring at his now slightly damp finger.
Then his expression transformed into one of pure, radiant joy.
"Ah! Th-this… Master's bodily fluids…! This is the pinnacle of happiness!" Ragar declared, eyes sparkling in ecstasy.
"Wow, Ragar, turns out you're secretly a bit of a creep too," Georgio commented with a smirk.
Rocco gave Ragar a somewhat pitying look as the man knelt there, reverently gazing at the tissue remnants on his finger.
His perception of Ragar shifted dramatically in that moment, and not in a good way.
This was too much. Rocco had reached his limit.
Everyone was completely ridiculous—there was no safe haven left for him.
Sylas's constant intensity was exhausting.
Georgio and Ragar, meanwhile, were acting far too strange.