Chapter 32
The Man with the Most Kills (2)
The child's bruised hands and arms, hidden under messy hair, trembled slightly. The child cautiously moved their hands away and stole a glance at Seowoon.
Seowoon's brows furrowed as he saw how much younger the child looked than expected.
He quickly scanned the child's thin, scrawny body—this wasn't the physique of someone who had survived through sheer patience and hiding.
"Those aren't just ordinary wounds."
Bruises could be shrugged off, but the burns peeking through the torn clothes on the child's back and thighs were recent.
He knew too well how inadequate healing scrolls could leave wounds half-mended like that.
As he watched, the child's pupils trembled, and their cracked, bleeding lips moved.
"R-Run... away..."
Before the child could finish speaking, an enemy leapt from the nearby bushes, spear in hand.
It seemed to be meant as a surprise, deadly ambush, but Seowoon had been expecting it from the moment he saw the child's injuries.