"Banzai, what the hell are you screaming about?" Two men came out, cursing.
But the sight before them made them recoil. On the bare patch of grass, Banzai lay covered in blood, curled into a ball, his face twisted in agony. A small crimson hole in his forehead, still seeping blood, told them his death had been no accident.
"M-murder!" Before he could finish his cry, two golden Lightsabers pierced through their abdomens.
Shhk! Shhk!
"You... you people... actually... dared to kill us!"
The Holy Light Clerics swiftly withdrew their Lightsabers and silently watched the two men crumple to the ground.
"You call yourselves human? All we killed were beasts."
"Move! Get inside. There's only one left!"
"Yes, Captain!"
"What the hell are those idiots doing? Not a single one of them is reliable." Excitement flashed in the fat man's eyes as he watched the Cursed Child struggling desperately beneath his hands. But when he thought of his companions, who had gone out and never returned, he began cursing impatiently.
They were ordinary people, not Initiators. Though they hated those monsters, they naturally wouldn't dare go out and kill Gastrea. Today, however, they had finally caught a Cursed Child stealing, so of course they had to torture her properly to vent the suffocating pressure of living with monsters that could appear at any moment.
After all, those little rats usually hid in the sewers, scavenging garbage for food. It wasn't easy to find them in the city.
Yet every man he had sent to fetch some varanium had failed to return. They had to get back on duty soon. If their superior discovered they weren't at their posts, they would lose more than half their wages for the month again.
The thought made the fat man increasingly agitated.
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