Although Quintus lost quite a bit of money due to past traumas and the miracle Alyon created, being at the head of the city's strongest family was proof that he wasn't an empty vessel. In the subsequent fights, he would pit the history-making orc against experienced warriors from three different gladiator schools.
The head of the Agustus school would regain his loss thanks to his intelligence because the legend continued without losing speed. Alyon was killing those who confronted him with a single blow, mesmerizing the stands with his finger raised to the sky.
It wasn't for nothing that the audience embraced the orc fighting in the arena. His victories were surprising, and his attitude was flamboyant. There was one more reason besides this; the city was being shaken by murders committed one after another. The people felt insecure and found morale with the orc who had a stance capable of anything.
Although the soldiers in the city searched madly for the serial killer, they hadn't come across a clue. He was very variable when choosing targets; while he killed the son of a noble family at night, he could be swinging a simple blacksmith in the city square in the morning.
Amidst so much uncertainty, there was only one piece of proof indicating that all of them were his work: victims drained of blood down to the last drop. Every time, this scene accompanied corpses decorated with deep cuts.
"Nafız, I am very scared; they say a serial killer is roaming the city!"
When the beautiful Eftelya called out to her, Nafız was about to answer calmly, but the young leader of the guards jumped into the conversation with passion.
"Do not worry, little lady; that murderer cannot take even a single step into this mansion!"
The words of the young man responsible for her protection had calmed Eftelya down, but one person in the environment was not pleased with this situation at all.
"Yes, my lady, as long as the young commander and his soldiers protect us, our mansion will be the safest place in the city."
After the female orc's words, the commander of the guards puffed out his chest, and the other soldiers sharpened their gazes even more and set about watching the surroundings.
On the evening of the same day, the city was resting peacefully as no murder news was heard today. The situation was valid for the guards staying in the servant section of the mansion belonging to the Partheni family.
"Friends, we are losing agents belonging to our unit every passing day. Don't you think the fact that no death news came today is something to be celebrated?"
"Idiot, I guess you couldn't get out of the character you entered next to the cripple. Do you want me to remind you that the title of commander is only for the role?"
In the one-room house where little lady Eftelya's guards stayed, when the voices of the guards arguing at the table rose above normal, the man settled in the seat of honor slammed his fist on the table.
"Fools! Watch your tone; we received orders to do our duty without giving room for the slightest doubt. Don't bring your ridiculous arguments to the dinner table again!"
When the soldiers, becoming serious after the warning, turned to their food, the man who spoke furiously a moment ago said, "I understand you, our Black Harbor Unit took very heavy wounds in these few days, but our job is to perform our duty in the best way."
"Now, let the one who is full switch places with the guard at the door!"
When the secret leader of the group gave the order, the soldier arguing with the fake commander got up angrily and walked with quick steps. He wanted to go out furiously and announce the emotions he experienced to everyone through the door he would slam.
"Click! Click! Click!"
In the moments when the inside of the room started ringing with sounds coming from the lock, the leader of the group called out to the guard practically struggling with the door.
"Okay, we get it, you are very angry, but there is no need to take the door with you!"
When the other guards lifting their heads from the food started laughing at their leader's words, their friend who managed to tear off the door handle turned to them in fear.
"It really isn't opening; someone broke the lock from the outside!"
"Bammmm!"
When the warm atmosphere created by the people laughing joyfully was wiped away by the anxiety in the guard's eyes, the severed head falling into the middle of the table would cause everyone to panic.
"I see you weren't taught table manners when you were little; you are neighing like donkeys while eating!"
The guard unit, numbering more than twenty, turned towards the wooden beams above the dining table.
"However, you were taught completely different things. No matter how much you try to hide it, you cannot erase the traces of the people you killed before from your eyes. You cannot hide that tattoo belonging to your dishonorable clan, which you try to cover with your armor, from me either!"
When Nafız finished her speech, she landed on the table full of various foods accompanied by somersaults. Amidst the bewildered gazes of the guards seeing her, she had drawn her two daggers and set her eyes on her first target.
"Ha Ha Ha! You scared us for a moment, little thing. We are very pleased that you came with your own feet. If you had hidden without making a sound, maybe you could have killed a few more of our men, but since you earned us a nice reward opportunity..."
The leader was about to say his last words when he was silenced by the knife entering his throat before he had the opportunity to complete his speech.
"Kill her! Attack in the name of our Lord Astute!"
The guard standing by the door intended to create pressure on the others by saying the name of the president of the Black Harbor Unit to take control after the death of the current leader. This move, which could be considered genius in normal times, unfortunately, would serve no purpose other than making Azrael facing them even more ruthless.
Although Nafız, killing the spies of the underground crime organization spread through the city, looked like a murderer considering the death numbers, she had left the people she finished off in one piece, only taking their blood.
"You are very lucky tonight! I will make you watch things you can't see anywhere else!"
Nafız, finishing her words simultaneously with the guard speaking to rile up his friends, caught the nearest person with her whip and brought him over her head. This move stunned the people inside the room, and the struggling guard was firmly fixed with two whips coming out of Nafız's wristbands. While his friends, who lost their ability to move due to the bonds wrapping around his neck and ankle, looked at them with eyes asking for help, the people in the guard unit waited without knowing what move to make.
It is unknown if they would have stood like this had they guessed what they would see in a moment, but it was certain they couldn't prevent what was going to happen. Nafız, pulling the whips on the guard rapidly in two opposite directions, would stretch the struggling man to the point where he would split from the middle.
The man screaming in pain suddenly felt a blow on his waist, and the last thing he saw before dying was his lower half moving away from him. Nafız, splitting the person she caught in two with a kick to start the massacre she would commit, had painted the four sides of the room with the blood coming out of his dead body.
What happened after the spectacular entrance was a mystery to everyone. When morning came and people arrived at the hut, it would be impossible for them to find words to describe the scene or ideas to guess what happened. Inside the single-story house, human limbs were everywhere. Restoring the corpses was as difficult as doing a ten-thousand-piece puzzle for the first time.
Only, the massacre differed from the series of murders continuing in the city in one aspect. Although the blood of the victims evaporated in previous deaths, this time it overflowed outside the house and reached the garden.
Nafız was aware of her loss; the blood of these people, each at warrior level, could help her greatly in completing her master's legacy. This thought had crossed her mind after the massacre, but she couldn't defile the sacred relic she inherited with the blood of the dogs of the clan that was the killer of Mora's mother.