There were many thoughts plaguing Lancel’s mind as he looked at the two witches.
The injection marks were clear across their skin, and their complexion had turned pale to an unnatural degree. Just from that alone, it was obvious that these rcenaries had been using sothing potent enough to affect witches.
But that was exactly the problem.
Not even the Leviathan Group had access to sothing like that.
And for a rcenary group Lancel had never even heard of, it didn’t make sense for them to possess sothing of this level.
That ant there had to be soone backing them, soone who understood how a witch’s inner system worked well enough to develop a drug capable of suppressing them to this extent.
’Another witch...’
Who else could it be but another witch?
At the sa ti, another thought surfaced in Lancel’s mind.
Did he really hate witches?
Or did he only hate Angelica?
For a mont, even he couldn’t tell. Perhaps fear had blurred that line over ti, to the point where his mind had simply learned to associate those wide-brimd hats with danger.
But was that really fair?
After Faust. After Fiore. After i. After Ishtar. After Countess Gretelle.
Could he really continue to hold onto that sa prejudice?
There were all kinds of people in this world.
Lancel had learned that much from Leticia.
Moving on was the first step to becoming a better person, and while Lancel knew he wasn’t a good person by any asure, he still wanted to beco soone worthy of Leticia’s sacrifice.
Moreover, his conscience, sothing he had only recently begun to develop, started to stir. It had only manifested about a year ago, yet even now, it was already telling him sothing.
These witches had done nothing wrong.
So they did not deserve this kind of ending.
"Hoo..."
But for now, Lancel had to stop pretending.
To stop pretending as if he were a human being.
To return to the ti before he had t Leticia.
To the ti before he had begun relying on the system.
"...."
Lancel tightened his grip around the dagger in his hand.
These bastards weren’t even worth drawing Arondight from its scabbard.
"Lancel—"
As soon as those words left Lemuel’s mouth, Lancel moved.
Clang——!
But unfortunately for him, it t steel instead, the opposing blade intercepting the strike and deflecting his attack with force.
"Fuck...!"
Lemuel grinned, frustration clear on his face. He could see the large blade resting in its scabbard on Lancel’s back, yet even that weight did nothing to slow him down.
If anything, Lancel seed far faster than he rembered.
But even so, Lancel remained silent. His expression remained blankly monotonous, as if a switch inside him had been flipped.
A switch that told him the target must be eliminated at all costs.
These hands, as if they had been carved by god telling him that they existed solely to make Lancel an executioner.
These hands had never been quite proficient at killing monsters.
Because they were trained to kill humans instead.
"I don’t know what those witches are to you," Lemuel said, trying his best to deflect each and every attack, yet it was clear he was barely keeping up. "But I have a proposal—Aaaakh!"
Slash——!
Yet those words barely registered in Lancel’s ears as he moved like a phantom, cutting down the man holding the blade and causing the sword to fall from his grip.
"You fucking... bastard!"
Of course, why had Lemuel even tried his luck?
The Lancel he rembered, the executioner personally hired by the rebel forces, had never been one to speak much in the first place.
Who would have thought that he would encounter the monster responsible for assassinating an empire’s entire political structure, giving its people a chance to rebel?
No, to call him a man back then would have been too much.
At the ti, this person was barely a teenager. Now, though, he had clearly grown.
But even so, Lemuel, who had once thought the rebel forces were insane for hiring a child to eliminate key personnel, now understood the truth.
"Lemuel!"
Lancel of the Leviathan Group was absolutely not soone anyone would ever wish to et on the battlefield.
Clang——!
Lancel let out a breath before clicking his tongue.
At that very mont, his dagger had been only inches away from Lemuel’s neck before soone stepped in and intercepted the strike.
He cast a brief glance toward Nyx, who was clearly overpowering the rest of the rcenaries, yet it seed this newcor had managed to slip past Nyx’s dominance.
"A-Alan..." Lemuel muttered, clutching his bleeding arm, the one that had already lost its hand.
"You look like shit. So much for being our leader," Alan said, raising his blade toward Lancel. "This bastard’s part of Leviathan, right? We kill him, and that troubleso monster is gone."
Alan moved.
"Wait, Alan—"
But there was a clear mistake in the hierarchy.
For Lemuel, the real monster here was not that spine-like creature.
It was Lancel himself.
Slash——!
Alan stood no chance.
Lancel didn’t even bat an eye before cutting him down, his blade passing cleanly through as Alan’s head rolled across the ground.
Thud!
"Fuck..."
Lemuel took a step back as his life flashed before his eyes. Lancel stepped forward, and in the next instant, disappeared from his peripheral vision.
"Go to hell—"
Lemuel didn’t even have the chance to finish his words before his head went flying into the air.
"...."
Lancel looked at his bloodstained dagger.
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[Ergency Objective Completed!]
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[Condition:]
∎ Eliminate the rcenary Leader
[Rewards Obtained:]
∎ Endurance: 0.5
∎ Vitality: 0.3
∎ Strength 0.2
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The objective felt almost insulting.
The so-called leader had been nothing more than powerless in front of him, and yet the system still deed this worthy of an ergency objective. It was almost laughable.
To think that this system had underestimated him to this extent. A man who could already kill fully grown adults before he had even learned how to read properly.
[Level: 7 → 8]
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