Translated by Hitoshura
“Oookay, understood.”
She spoke in a bubbly voice into the phone but Elena neither understood nor was she convinced. Seems Reno had let Fabio off with a single punch. Even if they weren’t going to take his life, Elena thought it was for the good of Shinra, and of the Turks, if they at the least made it so he couldn’t get out of bed for a month.
“What’s gonna happen to me?” Throp, who had been tied to a chair since yesterday, said in a pitiful voice. The blood from his nose had dried into a dark stain on his cheek.
“I guess you’re going to die?”
“Please spare me. I was in the Shirna Army. We’re on the same side, aren’t we?”
He was one of the worst kind of men. They might be out there somewhere sullying the name of Shirna. Elena took leather gloves out of her back pockets, put them on and stood in front of Throp.
“What are you doing?”
Rushing to turn around to the voice from behind her, she found Tseng standing in the doorway.
“I was—“ I couldn’t stand it. Elena swallowed those words, slipped past the side of her boss, and stormed outside.
