"Ha ha, people could be good or bad. Ghosts were transformed from people, so naturally they could be too." Geralt smiled. "Other than old antiques, no one wanted to fight ghosts the moment they met them. Hmm, how should I put it... Oh, humane demon hunting. That was what it was called!"
"Sit, sit over here." Harold gestured toward the luxurious sofa with the air of a host.
The two sat down.
Face-to-face.
Seeing Geralt smile and raise his left hand, Harold thought Geralt wanted to shake hands. Just as he extended his own hand, he saw the Demon Hunter raise his right hand and press it against his left wrist.
The Demon-Breaking Hand Crossbow fixed to his wrist unfolded its arms and, with a whoosh, fired a Demon-Breaking Arrow.
Clang!
Harold had no time to react. The Demon-Breaking Arrow struck him directly in the chest. The palm-length bolt pierced through his spirit body and sank into the expensive leather sofa.
Harold lowered his head and watched black blood flow from the wound.
So ghosts could bleed too...
The next moment.
Pain surged over him like a tidal wave.
Harold discovered that he could neither move nor turn invisible.
—The effect of the Demon-Breaking Arrow.
Geralt calmly removed the Winchester Demon Hunter Gun from his back, its dark muzzle aimed at Harold.
"People could be good or bad, and so could ghosts, but that didn't include Wraiths."
"Mr. Wraith Korvos, any last words?"
Harold wailed while glaring fixedly at Geralt, his eyes filled with venomous resentment. When he realized Geralt remained unmoved, his hand holding the gun and the index finger on the trigger as steady as a mountain, his gaze immediately shifted to pleading, helplessness, and pitifulness.
Completely different emotions switched seamlessly.
The self-cultivation of a top-tier businessman.
His