The fingers of Tristan the Fairy's hands stretched out thin lines, binding him like a puppet.

Woodworth could not move.

The little strength he had just recovered was not enough to let him break free!

"Excuse me, Lord Woodworth? Do you see how much I respect you, yet I still call you a loser like me?"

Beryl stretched out his hand in front of him.

Smiling, she opened the wound on his chest and put her hand into his chest.

His smile suddenly turned ferocious.

"No balls, no balls, I'll let you say no balls again!"

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