A Pathetic Display

"What a touching display of sibling affection!"

Dren raised a hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, brought on by excitement and exertion, then pulled the dagger completely from Bernal's back in one go.

He intended to let the siblings have another proper taste of the Pain Dagger.

A young wizard beside him said somewhat unwillingly, "Lord Dren, won't you kill them like this and delay Lord Jarliden's business?"

Dren turned to look at the young wizard who had spoken. Stimulated by the Thorn Circlet, his face twisted as he gazed at him with holy solemnity. "Oh, you're right! But are you teaching me how to do things?"

With that, he stepped forward and drove the dagger into the young wizard's abdomen. The instantaneous, extreme pain made the young wizard go limp. The color drained from his face, turning it from red to white, and he opened his mouth wide without being able to say a word.

The two wizards' expressions changed in alarm, but neither had the courage to say anything. They could only turn their heads away and pretend they had seen nothing.

"You understand pain far too little. It is the most wonderful gift the Twisted Holy Father bestowed upon this world! At this very moment, experience the great transcendence it brings you."

Wearing the Thorn Circlet, Dren pressed close to the limp wizard's ear with a peaceful expression and whispered softly.

Just as the two were whispering intimately to each other.

Whoosh!!! Whoosh!!!!

At some point, a biting cold wind began blowing from afar, and the temperature instantly dropped.

Dren's hand froze in midair, allowing the young wizard in his arms to collapse to the ground. The remaining two raised their heads in unison and looked around warily.

"What was that?! Who would come