Parts of the eyeball scattered like debris from an exploded building. Chunks of the white part were the size of boulders, while smaller ones were no bigger than a person. It was disgusting.

Even the monster's pupil had rolled off to the side, lying near a few knights who were poking it with their swords. The thing twitched like a muscle every time they touched it.

'What the hell…'

It looked like something straight out of a gore fetish manga—completely deranged and stomach-turning.

Turning to Theron, Finn's face twisted with disgust and disbelief. "That all came from one eyeball…?"

"I'm afraid so, Finn," Theron said, sighing.

"Well, damn…"

Majestria folded her arms smugly. "Very smart of you, Finn. I wonder what else it could have been?"

"You're one to talk! You're no better—actually, no—you're worse! Way worse!" he shot back, shaking his fist.

Gasping dramatically, she pointed at him. "Take that back!"

"Never!" he said, turning away with defiance.

Majestria's fist began to glow, her glare fierce enough to melt steel. "Don't make me kill you for a third time!"

"Third—wait, what?! SOMEONE STOP HER!" Finn yelped, scooting back in horror.

His cry for help was answered almost instantly.

Isolde stepped in front of him, her movements smooth and ghostly, fingers twitching as she prepared to strike. "Please back away from Mister Finn. I would hate for things to get messy." Her eyes gleamed like a spider's in the dark.

Silvara, emotionless as ever, slid her knives from her sleeves, ready to intervene. Chestelle panicked, Lickthorn looked disturbingly aroused, Seraphina looked terrified, and Elise… was just too tired to deal with any of it.

"ENOUGH!" Theron's voice cracked like a gunshot through the chaos. "Everyone, hands to yourselves. I understand people are hurt, angry, and emotional—but this is not the time. Direct that energy somewhere more appropriate." His tone sliced through the air like a blade.

At once, the maids composed themselves. Isolde eased back, Silvara slipped her knives away, and the tension dropped just enough for everyone to breathe again.

"These are the people we protect, not fight," Theron continued, glaring at them. "Members of Haus Silbertraum do not behave like this. You were all taught better."

"My apologies," Isolde said quietly, bowing her head. "It won't happen again."

Majestria crossed her arms, smirking smugly. "That's what I thought. You should all know better than to mess with—"

"But that," Theron interrupted sharply, "does not mean you can provoke my subordinates and endanger a high-priority individual like Finn. I do hope you understand, Ma-jes-tria."

Majestria's expression twisted. She snarled softly. "Whatever."

"Silvara, please come with me. We have important matters to attend to immediately," Theron said, picking up his cane and straightening his sleeve.

"Yes, I understand," Silvara replied calmly, turning to follow.

Just before leaving, Theron paused mid-step and looked back toward Isolde. "And you know what your duty is."

"Yes, of course," she said with a firm nod.

"Very pleasant to hear." A faint smile crossed his face before he walked off with Silvara—off to who-knows-where. Probably some secret government kingdom business for all Finn knew.

Almost immediately after they were gone, Isolde turned her attention back to Finn, her expression softening with genuine worry. She stepped closer, gently touching his cheek like an older sister would. "Are you alright, Mister Finn?" Her voice carried the kind of concern that made his heart sparkle.

"Yeah," he said, smiling weakly. "I think I'm okay…"

"That's good…" She let out a quiet sigh of relief. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience and everyone's overwhelming behavior. I should've intervened sooner. And I truly apologize for not being there to protect you."

"It's fine," Finn said, waving it off. "I'm alive and mostly intact, so i'll call that a win."

Isolde smiled faintly, visibly relieved. "I'm glad you're okay, Mister Finn."

"Oh, can you two stop talking already?" Majestria groaned, rolling her eyes. "I'm tired of standing here doing nothing while he gets praised for nothing!"

Isolde's polite tone vanished instantly. "Mister Finn has done more than enough for everyone here," she said coldly. "And yes—you may have helped defeat the monster—but that doesn't excuse treating others like they're beneath you."

"Lower class? Oh, please!" Majestria scoffed, flipping her hair. "You are lower class! The lowest of the low! You're all lucky to even breathe the same air as me."

As Majestria went off on another one of her divine rants about how perfect and magnificent she was, Isolde completely ignored her—kneeling down beside Finn not even touching the ground somehow. She continue checking him for injuries like a dutiful nurse.

Her hands were surprisingly gentle, brushing over his arms and chest as she examined him for burns, bruises, or broken bones.

'Now this… this is a reward.'

Finishing her check-up, Isolde straightened herself and clasped her hands neatly below her waist. Composed, calm, and ready—for whatever insanity came next.

With her gentle help, Finn pushed himself back up onto his feet, wobbling slightly but managing to stand tall again.

"Yay! Finn's back up again!" Chestelle cheered, bouncing in place like an excited child.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm back up…" Finn sighed. "Told you guys I was fine."

Majestria, meanwhile, was still off in her own world—rambling endlessly about herself, completely oblivious to everyone around her.

Spotting an opportunity to escape the divine monologue, Finn decided he needed to be anywhere else that wasn't within earshot of her.

And the first thing that came to mind… was the creature's body.

And so, Finn took off, Isolde trailing closely behind, while the other girls lingered for a moment, letting Majestria continue her endless self-praise.

He had zero interest in dealing with her yelling right now—not in the mood for divine chaos. What he was in the mood for, however, was answers: Where exactly had he ended up when he died? What had happened while he was inside the creature's throat?

He had a ton of questions, but first… he needed to see what had become of the monstrosity.

"Oh my god… what the hell happened to its body?!"

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