"Who?!"
"It's you, you..."
Kaom, sprawled on the ground, covered his bleeding mouth where his front teeth had been knocked out and turned around. At once, he saw the figure he envied and hated.
He instinctively started to curse, but before the words could leave his mouth, Qin Ran's icy gaze cut him short.
An opportunist who had made his start through deception was hardly someone with a strong will. Under Qin Ran's murderous gaze, honed by the slaughter of tens of thousands of living beings, he could do nothing but crumble.
But a broken Kaom was not what Qin Ran needed.
He needed a Kaom who would obediently tell him everything.
So Qin Ran looked down at him and spread his left hand before Kaom's eyes. From his index finger to his little finger, his fingers began to rise and fall in a peculiar rhythm.
Those four fingers seemed imbued with magic, holding Kaom's gaze firmly captive.
And Qin Ran's low, hoarse voice filled his ears.
"Listen to the growls echoing in your ears."
"Listen to the anger hidden underground."
"Listen to what circles before you..."
"The wailing."
"The wailing of the dead."
"In their fury, they want to tear you apart, their 'accomplice'-the 'accomplice' who knew everything, yet concealed it all."
Kaom's pupils dilated instantly.
He seemed to have seen something.
"No!"
"It wasn't me!"
"I didn't kill anyone! Someone just told me that the bodies of those three warriors were in the storage room of the sanatorium's recreation hall!"
"I only wanted to use that to get rid of 2567!"
"I didn't kill anyone!"
Kaom babbled on and on.
Utterly panicked, he scrambled backward on his hands.
He looked scared out of his wits.
As though the dead really were wailing all around him.
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