Troublemaker Kid's Intent (Thanks Again to mustlin for Becoming This Book's Silver Grand Patron)

"Bastard..."

The several bullet holes in the priest's body brought him endless pain.

More than that, they brought rage—the kind of rage that nearly buried all his reason.

He could not accept that, as a knight of the Technological Church, he had actually fallen into the hands of such a little kid. The other party did not even look like he was an adult, and he certainly did not look like a real warrior. After all, the kid was trembling in fear now.

A little kid who was so frightened that he started trembling after shooting someone had actually defeated him?

The priest absolutely could not accept this.

Thus, he practically screamed at the top of his lungs, using the last bit of his strength to reach out and open the silver case.

He had already asked his question. Now, he only wanted to open the case.

Yet as he watched his movements, the little kid across from him did not stop him.

His weakness seemed to be his timidity. He had already been frightened to the point that he had even forgotten to stop this most crucial step.

Bang!

But just as the priest's hand settled on the case lid, a bullet flashing with blue electric arcs flew over.

The bullet seemed to have been meticulously planned. It did not shoot at the priest himself, out of concern that his power would distort it. Instead, it struck the ground between the priest's legs. The moment it hit the ground, however, it exploded into a mass of blue electric arcs, affecting the priest as well.

The priest's body began to tremble like he had been electrocuted, and the hand pressing against the case lid went limp.

The case seemed to have suddenly become hundreds of pounds heavier. With his weak