Lost in thought, she suddenly heard the frail, coughing man slowly utter two words.
"Kill them."
His tone was so casual, as if he were simply remarking, 'The weather is nice today.'
The Mercenary Corps leader couldn't help but step forward, intending to back down and explain.
But the man seemed to have no intention of listening to his explanation.
His gaze never even turned in their direction.
The man in blue straightened up.
"Yes!"
He answered, his eyes cold and a murderous aura radiating from him.
The blood on his sharp blade had not yet dried.
The black-clad Hidden Guards quickly surrounded the dozen or so members of the Mercenary Corps. Seeing that things were going badly, some tried to blend into the crowd and escape.
However, they were all caught and brought back. Not a single one escaped.
CLANG. The blade in the Mercenary Corps leader's hand fell to the ground.
He cupped his fists.
