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

was the easiest thing

why? Why was he experiencing

was could now see the reason

"You…"

as he glared at the man who now stood in front of

in certain parts of his outfit. His dark

He could also

already hated this

thoughts echoed as

"Who are you?"

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'E-eh…?'

to see someone else standing

decipher who he was,

and it was all thanks to the man who stood

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

everything around as the world held its breath,

call me your grim reaper." His voice,

slightly as she felt his

immensely grateful that she wasn't

in the world are

~VWUUUSH!~

as Fernand was suddenly thrust back, creating a

further away he went, the more she couldn't even see him at

become a

'I really need my—'

pressing on her face, and the scent of the

moment, she

voice softly

her vision completely returned, she could see him

like the embodiment of chaos—of

The Reaper itself!

his voice still

Calm, collected, and kind.

consume even darkness itself, Kara felt safe with

lessened, and her heart slowed

drops of tears before she closed her eyes and felt

fate was. She also held onto the cloth very

having this man here gave her a sense