The Great Tomb of Nazarick Descends!

"Hey! Kid! Are you tired of living? You actually dared to meddle in Eight Fingers' business!"

A burly man with a vicious face full of flesh pulled out a sharp dagger and advanced menacingly, his tone filled with naked, undisguised threats.

Even more ironic was that on the main street at the end of the nearby alley, two soldiers responsible for maintaining order stood there as though they had seen and heard nothing.

This lawless, unjust state of affairs, where the entire society had sunk into darkness, filled Artoria with rage. She directly drew the shoddy iron sword hanging at her waist and declared righteously, "I don't care what this Eight Fingers is! Put that girl down immediately! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Hahahaha! Oh my God! This blond brat doesn't even know about Eight Fingers! He must've just come to the Royal Capital from some backwater village! Looks like we need to teach him a lesson." The burly man bared his teeth in unrestrained mockery.

He had no idea what kind of powerful, terrifying being stood before him.

The thugs working for Eight Fingers also began shouting along with him.

"That's right! Boss! Teach him a lesson! Better yet, slash that handsome face of his!"

"Idiot! Why slash his face? We should capture him and sell him. I'm sure plenty of noble ladies would pay a fortune for a pretty boy like him."

"Not just noble ladies! Some male nobles are very interested in pretty boys like him too!"

"Hehe! That's right! If we can sell him for a good price, we'll get a bigger cut too."

For a moment, all sorts of foul obscenities poured from their mouths. One of them even tore open the skirt of the girl on the ground, attempting to violate