An Extra’s POV

~SWOOOSH!~

The blade sliced through the air, making its way towards the target in a literal flash.

No one ever detected Fernand's strikes whenever he swung his blade.

That gave rise to his nickname: Flash Flashy Fernand.

It was a little goofy, but the old man took it seriously. He had a track record of killing multiple enemies who wouldn't even know they were dead until seconds—maybe even a minute later.

His record was 93 seconds, and he was proud of that feat.

However, he was in a hurry now. Ending this girl's life and retrieving this document was the mission.

And he never failed any missions.

Not now, and not when he was the Head Warrior of the United Human Alliance.

'She's probably holding all the important documents relating to the business of the Verte Estate. Taking this from her should earn me even more merit.'

That way, he could finally be recognized enough to ascend to the Trio position.

'I've earned it now, haven't I?'

By completing this mission successfully, surely he had proven his worth enough.

If the Royal Estate couldn't see his skills and talents, he was sure the Criminal Underworld would.

He was going to prove himself to them. Then, they'd hand over his position among the Deadly Three.

'Then… I'll aim for the position of leader.'

That was his goal!

To rise to the very top of any organization he was in.

And by spilling the blood of this innocent girl, he would finally be able to fulfill his grand ambition.

'Sorry, little one. All of this is necessary too!'

~CLANG!~

'Hm?!'

Fernand was shocked.

through his opponents—like a hot

easiest thing to

Why was he experiencing

was could now see

"You…"

as he glared at the man who now stood

with the crimson color in certain parts of his outfit. His dark

tell that the man was strong. He could also

hated

His thoughts echoed as the breeze flowed in the

"Who are you?"

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'E-eh…?'

to see someone else standing in

to really decipher who he was, but the blade that was approaching her never got

it was all thanks to the man who stood in front of

she pondered this,

world

is Ralyks. But you can call me your grim

slightly as she felt his cold statement wash

that she wasn't the

grim reaper? What in the world are

~VWUUUSH!~

suddenly thrust back, creating a large gap between him and

went, the more she couldn't even see

had become a

'I really need my—'

had this exact thought, she felt something pressing on her face, and the

she could

His voice

as her vision completely returned, she

like the embodiment

The Reaper itself!

patted her head gently, his voice

Calm, collected, and kind.

that could consume even darkness

fear ceased, her grief lessened, and her

leaked forth tiny drops of tears before she closed her eyes

didn't know what her fate was. She also

this man here gave her a sense