CH 7

The Tragedy Unleashed by the Hero

With that, he swung the longsword in his hand in a wide arc, swiftly severing the warrior’s head before he could even react.

“Wh—what have you done?!” The mage managed to desperately utter those words.

No, deep down, they all understood. They understood everything. They knew the kind of person Curtis was. Yet, they didn’t want to accept it.

“What do you mean?” he smirked. “You see, it appears that this place is a goldmine, filled with the potential for unimaginable treasures. And in such a situation, who knows, you guys might try to get ahead of me, right? Thanks, but I prefer to handle things on my own.”

In an instant, the mage’s head was sent flying. The healer, too stunned to utter a single word, slumped down to the ground.

With a twisted expression of delight, sporting a smile that combined innocence with cruelty, Curtis advanced toward the healer, reminiscent of a child crushing insects. “Now that I think about it, I never really needed your help, did I? Always relying on healing magic, you’ve been the most useless one. But don’t worry, as the last member to die, I’ll make sure to remember you. You should be grateful.”

“Hel… Help…”

“As if anyone would.”

And then, the healer was mercilessly sliced in half.

An unnaturally dense silence engulfed the space, permeating every corner.

“Now then… I know you’re here. It’s time for you to reveal yourself.” After a brief pause, Curtis called out, as if anticipating a response.

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Author’s Note:

On a stage soaked in blood, two figures stand shoulder to shoulder, no longer recognizable as mere humans. Who’s the predator and who’s the prey?

As the primal nature awakens, the girl silently hones her sharpened fangs.

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Now, let the showdown commence in earnest!