Vil Schoenheit, unable to control his emotions, turned into an overblot. It would seem that you could solve this problem... But no.

You were on your knees, holding tightly to your wounded shoulder, gritting your teeth in pain... Vil stood in front of you, smiling sweetly.

"You look like you're about to pass out. How cute. But we can't rest yet, my love. We have so much to take care of. Let's start with your heart..." He said with the sweetest but dangerous tone at the same time...