"Ahhh!! Y-Yes, I'm sorry!!"
Screams came from inside the tavern, shrill enough to raise goosebumps all over one's body. A man lay sprawled on the floor, howling in agony.
Tears and snot streamed down together, blurring his face, which had twisted horribly from the pain. He looked like a vicious ghost suffering torment in hell.
Bright stood beside the man, his expression calm.
He raised his foot and stepped on the man's left leg.
Below the man's left knee was already a pulp of flesh. Even the bone had been crushed into fragments, and Bright's foot came down right on the knee.
The sturdy bone offered no defense at all. It shattered instantly into debris.
"Ahhhhh!!"
The man's scream rang out once more.
Everyone else in the tavern was silent as cicadas in winter. Forget moving—each of them had lowered their heads and did not even dare glance in this direction.
They recognized Bright, so none of them dared make a move.
It wasn't as though that man's companions had not tried to resist, but their necks had all been snapped in an instant.
Only this last man remained—their leader, the fellow who had been bragging smugly just moments ago. Now all four of his limbs had been broken, leaving him without even the courage to boast. He could only howl miserably without pause.
"P-Please... forgive... forgive me—"
The blood loss had already clouded the man's consciousness. He was merely muttering to himself.
"Mr. Bright, it's ready!"
Outside the door, a man poked half his body inside.
Bright nodded. With a hook of his foot, he caught the man around the neck, then flicked him away, kicking him straight out of the tavern.
Bright strolled outside at an unhurried pace.
At the intersection of two roads outside the tavern, a