The rain kept falling.
Lynn wandered blankly down the street.
Every so often, he stepped in filth.
He could not help but blame himself fiercely.
If only he had come to his senses sooner.
He should have investigated carefully before making his move.
And now look what had happened.
He had mistakenly killed a good noble.
The man had been one of those rare good people, yet Lynn had killed him just like that.
He did not know what to do.
He had killed a good person.
What was he supposed to do? He walked down the road in a daze. Even when two children worked together to steal his wallet, he did not notice.
The two children were immensely relieved.
If they had failed to steal a wallet, they would have died.
And at that moment, Demon Grandfather vanished as well.
Lynn could not even find anyone to confide in.
It seemed that, in an instant, everyone had left him.
He stood in the wilderness outside the city.
Before long, a funeral procession appeared.
"Damn assassin!"
"Poor Earl!"
"How are we supposed to live now that you are dead?"
A group of commoners wept, once again proving just how hateful Lynn's actions had been.
In a corner, Lynn stood amid a patch of grass, staring blankly at the funeral procession.
His heart was filled with guilt and pain.
He had mistakenly killed that good noble—a good man who had once helped countless people.
Listening carefully, he learned that the noble's name was Alex.
Not only was he an upright leader, he was also a Guardian deeply loved by the people.
Yet Lynn's sinful arrow had killed Mr. Alex in the assassination.
By the time he discovered the Truth, it was already too late.
Lynn could not help falling to