They took Moldovar's dagger and went to where Jethrov was, and Harrison stabbed him repeatedly until he reached the peak of his glee, sighing with joy. "Your happy days are over, Moldovar—Jethrov is dead!"
"Let's go!" They propped the unconscious Moldovar against the wall near Jethrov's corpse before leaving the place like thieves who were never identified by the people. When the people Iophinea had asked for help from arrived, they were shocked to see Jethrov's body bathed in blood and Moldovar's hand with the dagger bearing Jethrov's fresh blood...
Moldovar was tied up and unconscious in the Moonatoria prison, the rusty bars like a contagious disease, a room where the whispers of hopeless prisoners seeped through. This was Moldovar's room at that moment. The rough floor kissed his knees, which bore the foul smell of hardship and oppression inside.
