William's worry

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“Raise your hand!" William gave Monica a chilly order while clutching the black aura of his rage, as though he wasn't happy with how things turned out. To quell the raging madness within him, he had to take their lives.

“My hand! Why?!” Monica asked, raising both her palms in the air and repeating in confusion. William just required her left hand, though. He caught her wrist, took his handkerchief out of his pocket, and began massaging it, much to Monica's surprise as she still did not realize what he was doing. It made no sense to rub her wrist with a cloth because there was no dirt on her hand.

“Had he not touched you?! Don't you feel filthy since he was not a gentleman,” William questioned her about why such contact did not distress her.

“I was upset and wanted to fight, but I quickly figured out my power was quite poor against him and that fighting would make no difference to my condition, which is why I shouted your name and am grateful you arrived," Monica admitted that s