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.

slice through his opponents—like

easiest

Why was he

he was could now see the reason

"You…"

as he glared at the man who now

with the crimson color in certain parts of his

He could also detect a growing dislike that rose within

already hated this

blade!' His thoughts echoed as the breeze flowed

"Who are you?"

********

'E-eh…?'

stunned to see someone else standing

blurry vision made it difficult to really decipher who he was, but

thanks to the man who stood

pondered this, the enemy also

as the world held its breath, waiting

Ralyks. But you can call me your grim reaper." His voice, deep and

body tremble slightly as she felt his

grateful that she wasn't

reaper? What in

~VWUUUSH!~

watched as Fernand was suddenly thrust back, creating a large gap between him and

he went, the more she couldn't

become

'I really need my—'

exact thought, she felt something pressing on her face, and the scent of the man in black overwhelmed her

she could see

go." His voice softly echoed

completely returned, she could see

looked like the embodiment

The Reaper itself!

his voice still remaining the same as

Calm, collected, and kind.

being a scary monster that could consume even darkness

ceased, her grief lessened, and her

eyes leaked forth tiny drops

didn't know what her fate was. She also held onto the cloth

having this man here gave her a sense of comfort