Manor

The moment he saw the mummified corpse, Aila charged at the villager like a madman. But the instant he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Those black crystals had pierced through his body. Never mind the bleeding—internal hemorrhaging from his damaged lungs and the difficulty breathing alone were enough to kill him.

Before reaching Gold, powers such as will had very little ability to interfere with reality.

Even though he hated that villager to the bone, he could do nothing at all. He could only lie on the ground and wait to die.

In each other's eyes, they were both demons through and through.

The difference was that Aila had never considered villagers to be human. They did not deserve to be human; their lives, joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness were all insignificant, unworthy of his attention.

But if anyone dared harm his family in the slightest, it was an unforgivable, heinous crime!

At his core, he wholeheartedly accepted the theory that people's statuses were unequal.

The villager on the other side was the same. He also believed that these monsters called nobles, who could not empathize with humans like them, did not deserve to be called human.

Since that was the case, he would never show mercy to those who had harmed the people closest to him.

Having learned from his previous lesson, although he still wanted to torture this demon and make him suffer pain he would never forget, killing him was the safer choice.

The black crystals rapidly shifted and shot out, ready to finish Aila off.

However, Mokania and the others had not been far from Aila to begin with. Aila had only gotten ahead because he had been desperate to save his sister and knew the terrain well.

Now, Mokania rushed over.