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

easiest thing

why? Why was he

and he was could now see

"You…"

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

dark coat, with the crimson color in certain parts of his outfit. His dark mask was intimidating,

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

hated this

thoughts echoed as the breeze flowed in the

"Who are you?"

********

'E-eh…?'

see someone

decipher who he was, but

dead, and it was all thanks to the man who stood in front

she pondered this, the enemy also asked the same

around as the world held its breath, waiting

your grim reaper." His voice, deep and

slightly as she felt his cold statement wash

she wasn't the

in the world

~VWUUUSH!~

as Fernand was suddenly thrust back, creating a large

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

become

'I really need my—'

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

moment, she could

voice softly

she

like the embodiment of chaos—of

The Reaper itself!

patted her head gently, his voice still remaining the

Calm, collected, and kind.

being a scary monster that could consume even

her grief lessened, and her

forth tiny drops

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

gave her a sense