Jude Law, the barista, hadn't started out as a cultist.
The poor bastard had once been a happy, clueless young man, obsessed with the art of coffee-making. His first job in Chardo Port had been at the Witch's Café.
As it turned out, you had to be careful about your first job. It could truly affect the rest of your life.
Mr. Law was the most tragic example of that.
The young man had no idea when he'd fallen into evil. It was as if, the moment he came to his senses, he'd gone from a carefree young man who only wanted to explore the art of coffee to a cultist who wanted to destroy the world.
When had he fallen so far?
Well.
Perhaps it had been from the moment he first saw that beautiful shopkeeper.
The instant he'd fallen for Manager Luna's charms and become her simp, it seemed his tragic life had been set in motion.
"Would you like a little more time to look back on your miserable first half of life?"
Murphy's mocking voice interrupted Jude's mind, which was overflowing with wicked thoughts, making him jolt in alarm.
Damn!
What was he doing?
He was being attacked by an enraged Silver Sword Saint, with a dangerous Blood Eagle Lord sneaking up on him from the side, and he'd let his mind wander at a moment like this?
"Pfft."
Before the barista could regain his composure, Necessary Evil plunged viciously into his kidney at a tricky angle.
The pain of that five-star kidney strike completely broke the barista's resolve. As the bone blade gleaming with lethal chill came down, he acted decisively and released the Netherworld aura within him, forcibly forming a self-seal much like a coffin of ice.
"Bang!"
The female Sword Saint's final strike