Hearing this, Kro walked over to him. "In that case, you used up quite a bit of stored resentment just now, so..."
He raised a hand toward the Evil Deity cultist, grabbing the man by the head and beginning to draw out the negative emotions spilling from him.
"AAAAARGH!!!!"
Having one's negative emotions forcibly drained was not a pleasant sensation.
Especially given the other party's identity, Kro did not hold back at all.
0155 felt as though his brain were being hollowed out, as if even his brain matter were about to be sucked out.
By the time Kro stopped, foam was spilling from his mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Although Ker had focused most of his attention on the mirror soaking in the liquid, he was perfectly aware of what had happened behind him.
After all, he was also a Contract Anomalist, and his five senses had been enhanced.
A cold bead of sweat silently slid down his face.
Compared to the fallen man he had once been, his younger brother was undoubtedly an exceptionally kind person.
If he had not had this younger brother back then, then even with his ability to create Anomaly Artifacts, he would probably have been executed on the spot rather than allowed to atone because he still harbored remorse, right?
It was because his younger brother was there that they had chosen to believe that this older brother could still turn back.
Ker looked at his now-clean hands.
They were stained with a bloody stench that could never be washed away.
Though those he had killed were mostly scum and hypocritical nobles, when his emotions had gradually influenced him and spiraled out of control, he had also killed quite a few intruders who had entered the manor.
Those people must