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.

easily slice through his opponents—like a

easiest thing to

why? Why was he experiencing

he was could now see the reason for

"You…"

as he glared at the man who now

of his outfit. His dark mask was intimidating, and his

instantly tell that the man was strong. He could also detect a growing dislike

already hated

His thoughts echoed

"Who are you?"

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'E-eh…?'

to see someone else standing

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

it was all thanks to the

is he?' As she pondered this, the enemy also asked the

the world held its breath,

your grim reaper." His voice, deep

body tremble slightly as she felt

that she wasn't the

grim reaper? What in

~VWUUUSH!~

thrust back, creating a large gap between

away he went, the more she

had become

'I really need my—'

she felt something pressing on her face,

a moment, she could

go." His voice softly echoed in

she could see him a

looked like the embodiment

The Reaper itself!

He patted her head gently, his voice still remaining the same as

Calm, collected, and kind.

a scary monster that could consume even darkness itself, Kara felt safe

and her

leaked forth tiny drops of tears before she closed her eyes

what her fate was. She also held onto the cloth

here gave her a sense of