Irene's respect grew for Felix when she witnessed him carry Agnes's corpse from the kitchen when the girl was finally properly covered. What an unbelievable weight for him to be burdened with as he took her to a place behind the barracks so she could rest with the most beautiful view of the mountains.
Despite the tears streaking down his dirty face, no one pointed it out. They merely looked on in sorrow, knowing that it was a pivotal moment in his life. It would be something he carried with him until his last breath.
Despite the anguish, his eyebrows were lowered in pure hatred. He was angry, and he was determined.
It would be interesting to see what would happen the next time he saw goblins. Only when they were all dead would he be satisfied that he had put the one who did that to her to its death. Each one he faced would suffice in his vendetta.
