A day later, Rocky looked gloomily at the Chief Knight who came to report.
"You mean to say, you still haven't found that dead woman?"
"Y-yes." The Chief Knight looked ashamed, "I'm sorry, Lord Bishop Rocky."
"What the hell is the use of an apology! That woman is already injured to that extent, and you still can't catch her! Useless, you're all useless!"
The more Rocky spoke, the angrier he became, instinctively wanting to grab the medicine bottle on his right and smash it on this foolish knight's forehead. But halfway through the motion, he realized something was wrong.
Because he only had one finger left, it wasn't possible to grab anything at all.
This made him even angrier: "Useless, you're all fucking useless... cough, cough, cough, cough..."
"L-Lord Bishop, please take care of your health, you've just recovered..."
"Shut up! Cough, cough..."
