Who knew? Frank might even clap and launch some fireworks and celebrate the moment the South Sea Crow massacred the Turnbulls.

After all, they had never treated him fairly ever since he came to Morhen, and he was not one who maintained grace in the face of grief. They had constantly harassed him while posturing themselves with the superiority as one of the Four Families of Morhen, even breaking promises.

As such, how was Frank supposed to play nice with the likes of them?

However, while he got tough in the face of injustice, it was really 'what you see is what you get' with him.

In other words, Frank could be a softie at times.

"Urgh, whatever..." His shoulders slumped feebly after Vicky tugged on him and pleaded for a long while.

Having suffered this much grief, what was a bit more, and for Vicky's sake at that?

Whipping out the two remaining antidote pills, he handed them to Walter and said, "These won't be enough, and I don't have time to cook more. Get a bucket of water and dissolve the pills in the water, then feed each person half a bowl of it."

you so much, Mr.

that something

bottles of wine and champagne. Buckets

looked around. "Any bucket will

he spotted a bucket of mop water kept in a corner and

will do," Frank said, taking back the pill from Walter and

go and feed them with half a bowl each." "Where are you

Crow,

resolve this issue

instantly dashing out of the

awkwardly at

"Walter, what..."

loss—were they really supposed to feed that

and picked up an empty bowl from the table as

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