Chapter 4: First Kill, Profession lvl3
Lioro gazed calmly at the frail noble, his sharp eyes studying the young man before him.
The noble barely looked eighteen at best his features still carrying the softness of adolescence. And yet, he had committed such heinous acts without a shred of hesitation.
Was it simply the nature of this medieval world? Did its rules and morality differ so greatly from the modern world Lioro once knew?
Such questions flickered through his mind as he slowly raised his hand, summoning a swirling ball of cursed energy.
The noble's face contorted in fear. His trembling lips parted as he stammered
"W-who are you?"
His gaze was locked onto the cursed sphere hovering above Lioro's palm.
Lioro exhaled softly. "Originally, I planned to let you go after breaking all your limbs," he murmured, shaking his head. "But now..." His voice trailed off.
"I see no benefit in letting you live."
A chill ran down the noble's spine. Panic seized him as he let go of the woman's hair, his mouth opening in a desperate attempt to plead for his life.
Unfortunately.