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

easiest thing to

Why was he experiencing

and he was

"You…"

the man who now stood in front

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

strong. He could also detect a growing dislike that rose within

already hated this

thoughts echoed as the breeze

"Who are you?"

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'E-eh…?'

someone else standing in front of

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

wasn't dead, and it was all thanks to the man who stood

this, the

world held its breath, waiting for the man

call me your grim reaper." His voice, deep and resolute, echoed in

as she felt his cold statement

felt immensely grateful that she wasn't the

grim reaper? What in the

~VWUUUSH!~

Fernand was suddenly thrust back, creating a large gap

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

had become a complete

'I really need my—'

thought, she felt something pressing on her face, and the

a moment, she could see

you go." His voice softly echoed

as her vision completely returned, she could see him a

like the embodiment

The Reaper itself!

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

Calm, collected, and kind.

that could consume even darkness itself, Kara

grief lessened, and her heart slowed down

eyes leaked forth tiny drops of tears before she closed

know what her fate was. She also held onto the cloth

man here gave her