The massacre had been particularly brutal, but that was only because
so many years had passed. Generations had come and gone, and this old hatred had long since vanished into the river of history.
Besides... nearly everyone in the world, except the people of Hua Nation, knew that the people of Hua Nation were best at
fighting among themselves.
At any time, anywhere, the people of Hua Nation were constantly waging internal battles.
There was one phrase that summed it up most simply and directly...
Are kings, marquises, generals, and ministers born to their stations?!
There was far too much that could be said about history, so I wouldn't go into it here.
In short, Irene saw these people much as humans saw wild monkeys.
They could chatter and leap around all they liked, but they shouldn't think about attacking me. Otherwise, all that awaited them was death.
"Irene... you... Hah... whew... All right, leave the rest to me."
Watching this scene, I really didn't know what to say. Normally, I should have felt sympathy for these people, but unfortunately, I truly didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy in me.
It wasn't simply because they were bandits. The deeper reason was probably that my body had instinctively stopped considering itself
human, wasn't it?
Honestly... I was becoming less and less like a person.
"Oh..."
Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Irene obediently murmured, "Oh," without showing any dissatisfaction.
I could vaguely... guess a little of what Irene was thinking, but it wasn't important.
I looked at the four people lying on the ground, their internal organs hanging from the wire with blood vessels and airways still attached. Then I lowered my head and looked them over, starting from the first one.
The first man lay on the