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.

meant to easily slice through his opponents—like a hot knife through

was the easiest thing to

Why was

eyelids opened and he was could now see the reason for

"You…"

at the man who now stood in

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

He could also detect a

hated

blade!' His thoughts echoed as the breeze flowed in

"Who are you?"

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'E-eh…?'

see someone else standing

vision made it difficult to really decipher who he was, but the blade that

and it was all thanks to the man who stood

she pondered this, the enemy also

world held its breath, waiting

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

slightly as she felt his cold

grateful that she wasn't the one he

What in the world are

~VWUUUSH!~

watched as Fernand was suddenly thrust back, creating

more

had become a complete

'I really need my—'

on her face, and the scent of the man in black

a moment, she could see

His voice softly echoed in

returned, she could see

looked like the embodiment of chaos—of

The Reaper itself!

patted her head gently, his voice still

Calm, collected, and kind.

that could consume even

fear ceased, her grief lessened, and her heart

tiny drops of tears before she closed her eyes

what her fate was. She also

man here gave her