Before he could finish speaking, a Golden Thread had already pierced his chest.
The old priest's eyes widened as he collapsed in disbelief.
You turned toward the King, who was slumped on the throne.
Golden Threads fell like raindrops.
The King and the First Prince's screams came to an abrupt end.
The Doloros royal family had been wiped out.
You stood amid the pool of blood, calmly looking at the corpses scattered across the ground.
More soldiers' footsteps came from the distance.
They all thought you would flee the city, but you had already turned and headed deeper inside.
Tonight's bloodshed was not enough.
Behind you, blood flowed like a river across the square, while your figure swiftly vanished into the firelight.
You quickly identified several targets.
The first was Earl Melton's residence in the eastern part of the city.
It was an imposing three-story building, with two stone beast statues standing before its gates.
You had once "borrowed" a priceless treasure from there.
The Earl himself was fat and bloated, and he loved nothing more than exploiting his subjects and squeezing them dry.
At this moment, he was in his study calculating his accounts, completely unaware that death had arrived.
A Golden Thread silently passed through the window lattice.
The Earl was still bent over his calculations when a bloody line suddenly appeared across his neck.
He did not even have time to cry out before toppling onto the pile of gold coins.
The second was a wealthy merchant's mansion in the southern district.
That fat merchant was named Victor. He had made his fortune through smuggling and usury.
You had once visited his treasure vault and taken several rare gemstones.
At this moment, Victor was embracing his mistress and indulging in pleasure.
The laughter coming from the room