CH 127

“You… who sent you here?”

“Who do you mean…?”

The Dark Guild Master, Belmude, saw my brother’s blow getting neutralized by a no-chant magic spell even though he is an aristocrat, although corrupt, that can make five ice flowers bloom, and I am no match for him. It was to such a man that he asked about who his client was, but the person didn’t quite seem to understand why he was asked that.

“Whatever it is, how about it’s double?”

“… Double, you say?”

“Yes. Triple, or even quadruple it?”

“What the h**l are you talking about?”

“You’re a hard man to understand. I’m offering you four times the commission you got from the guy who sent you to me to become my friend and kill him in return. Understood?”

Belmude then offered the man in black four times his original fee and asked him to kill the person who originally requested him, but the man in black only appears to be confused.

“No, so I don’t understand. What kind of thought process would lead you to talk like that?”

“Ha? Don’t make me so angry…”

“And what if you get mad?”

“No, wait!? Ahhm… for me!?”

”You talk too much for a person with only one arm. Are you really the Dark Guild Master?” Said the man in black, and I turned, noticing that Belmude’s right arm got cut off.

Although they were 4 meters apart, I had no idea how the man in black had managed to do it.

This man is on a whole other level.

“I told you in the beginning. I said I came here to take the item you have. Why did you ask me to kill you? Or what? You take someone’s stuff, but you didn’t think for a second that they’d take yours? That’s not such a nice thing to think. If you’re going to take something, expect someone to take something back. How can you be the Dark Guild Master if you’re like that? The Dark Guild is a family business that buys people’s grudges, but you’ve got no crisis management skills.”

The man in black starts walking around while talking to Belmude in a tone that sounds like he is lecturing a student with bad grades.

No one would believe me if I told them that the Dark Guild Master is the one who has his arm cut off and is retreating with a look of horror on his face.

In fact, their expressions and the atmosphere they create are so contrasting that one may think that the man in black is the actual Dark Guild Master.

The man in black then walked up to Belmude and picked up the arm he had cut off, pulling off one of the rings on the fingers and storing it away in a different space.

“Well, then. I’ve got what I came for, so I’m leaving. I’ll leave it up to you to decide what to do with Belmude. With his right arm cut off, he can’t use the magic, and most importantly, without the ring on his right hand, he’s just a small fish, so boil him, roast him, or do whatever you want with him.”

The man in black comes up to me, obliterating my brother’s ice, and gently pats my head as he leaves, saying such.

This is exactly the kind of justice I was looking for.