“This job could be very painful. It’s a job the place you must do something for cash… it’s actually the right job for a capitalist world. Killing folks will be performed so merely with cash.”

As he glanced up on the sky and spoke his phrases in a candid voice, Azela hurriedly moved to the nook. Stretching out her hand to know the sword, she may hear an eerie sound piercing the flesh.

“Nonetheless, I actually like this job. You possibly can kill folks, and you can also make cash.”

“Uaacckk…!!”

The fiery ache felt in her left hand prompted her to close her eyes tightly and let loose an unknowingly loud scream. The again of her outstretched left hand remained immobilized, caught within the sword. It was a entice.

It was a shallow plan to intentionally make her transfer.

An indescribable ache took over her whole physique. Azela, helpless on the ache she felt for the primary time, put her head on the bottom and clenched her enamel.

“It hurts? It hurts? It hurts, proper?”

The murderer clattering above her head requested the query, however even that didn’t attain her ears.

Azela was so startled in the mean time that she let loose a scream, however she shouldn’t have. The folks within the mansion would run out in the event that they heard her scream. Figuring out that if anybody heard these screams and got here out, they might have the identical destiny as her.

“What, are you holding again now?”

“….”

“It’s no enjoyable in case you maintain it in.”

As he crouched down on his knees, he may see her holding her fist and enduring the ache. When he turned the sword backward and forward, blood gushed from the again of her hand and a grotesque, bone-piercing sound could possibly be heard within the backyard.

“Uuuhhhtttt!!!”

Azela gritted her enamel and slammed her brow into the bottom. Maybe it was enjoyable to see such ache, the murderer laughed out loud.

The person was loopy.

Tears of ache flowed from her tightly closed eyes, however the screams didn’t escape her lips. Solely a grotesque sound piercing the flesh could possibly be heard within the quiet backyard. He was so ruthless that she thought she won’t be capable to use that left hand anymore.

“They are saying you’re powerful, however it’s true.”

The murderer drew the sword from the again of her hand and stabbed onerous once more in her left shoulder. Blood trickled down her arm, however once more, she made no sound. Despite the fact that she seemed like she would move out at any second, Azela barely held it again as she caught her fading consciousness.

“Not enjoyable.”

The murderer drew the sword from Azela’s shoulder once more with a grim expression, and rested his chin on his knee earlier than throwing the sword in his hand behind him.

Azela, who lay flat on the bottom like a worm, let loose a scorching breath. Her complete physique was scorching and he or she thought she may die right here.

‘…Then, what about Zagnac?’

If she died right here, may he go and retrieve her soul? Even within the midst of such hazard, the top of her ideas was at all times him. If he couldn’t retrieve her soul, he can be annihilated. If she was going to die anyway, she needed to die in entrance of him.

“The request was to kill you whereas taking part in with it. If it’s not enjoyable like this, my repute received’t stand as much as the shoppers.”

Azela sighed evenly. She didn’t have to attend for somebody to return and rescue right here as a result of there was nobody to assist me on this mansion.

At that second, Zagnac’s face appeared in her thoughts, however she shook her head.

He higher not come.

“Sure, I’m wondering how lengthy that lofty face would final.”

He quickly grabbed her by the again and gently flipped her onto the bottom. As her again touched the bottom, the aching ache ran by her physique once more. Azela pursed her lips and furrowed her forehead, holding again her voice.

Slam.

A fist flew in the direction of Azela’s face.

“Really, I like this greater than when poking with a sword.”

Bam.

The fist hit the opposite cheek this time and there was even a ringing from how huge the blow was. Her cheekbones tingled, and her enamel felt like they have been shaking.

A liquid, unknown whether or not it was saliva or blood, dripped from her mouth.

“I prefer it higher after I hit it with my very own arms.”

He gave her an unsightly chuckle on the taunting tone. It was a unclean smile, like a drugged man.

It appeared that her nostril appeared to have collapsed since she couldn’t breathe correctly. Azela raised her head. Behind the murderer’s again, a shiny moon was shining on the 2 of them, trying down on the two folks.

“Pft.”

Azela laughed loudly. The murderer who hit her within the face seemed absurd when he heard her chuckle.

“What, are you loopy with these hits?”

“…Simply this a lot?”

“What?”

“Is that this one of the best factor you are able to do by having enjoyable?”

Azela groaned. She didn’t need her satisfaction to break down like this.

‘…I’m okay.’

Pondering that to herself, she gritted her enamel and repeated what Zagnac had stated to her. It was okay, it was no huge deal. Let’s assume so.

‘It doesn’t harm.’

When she thought so, it was as if she may hear Zagnac’s voice in her ears. Azela sneered as she opened her eyes, which couldn’t be correctly opened because of the swelling.

“You.”

The murderer, furrowing his forehead, climbed over her physique. Azela’s internal lips trembled on the horrible gaze that seemed down on her, and towards her personal will, her physique trembled.

Grabbing her by the collar, he uttered with murderous eyes.

“Do you even know what the state of affairs is like?”

“I do know.”

Azela laughed as she spat the saliva that tasted like blood into her facet.

Maybe her battered face was collapsing, it harm although she didn’t present it. Chilly sweat dripped from her brow because the ache clamored by her physique. A scream was about to return out of her parted lips, however she swallowed it.

“That is the state of affairs.”

Now, when the murderer was caught off guard, it was a chance.

Along with her proper hand, Azela drew the small dagger from the murderer’s waistband. Then, holding it tightly, she scratched his left eye.

“Uwaaaahhh…!!”

The murderer let loose a loud roar as he lined the wound with each arms. Azela, unable to maneuver any longer, smiled brightly at his eye that was dripping with blood.

“You shouldn’t have checked out me evenly.”

The pronunciation was slurred, because of her harm face, however she smiled brightly, forgetting her ache.

“This… this b*tch!”

The scratch will need to have made him unable to correctly open his injured left eye because the bloody murderer’s face was pink with disgrace.

The following second, he raised his fist excessive once more and hit her smiling face. Wham, the uninteresting sound echoed by the backyard once more. His preliminary composure was gone, and he continued to hit Azela’s face, eager to kill her.

‘I’d actually die.’

It was one-sided.

The inexperienced backyard was stained with pink blood.

Azela, who had no energy to withstand anymore, was on the verge of fainting. She actually thought that if she acquired hit a couple of extra instances, she may die. Nonetheless, though the phrases to inform him to cease acquired to her throat, she swallowed them with one other gulp at her satisfaction, not eager to beg for all times.

“I believe your want is to die…”

The murderer crumpled his face, seeing Azela, who didn’t make a single sound even when her eyes swelled, and her lips burst with blood gushed out. He then raised his arms and squeezed her neck tightly.

“Then, I’ll kill you.”

As he tightened his grip on her neck, her breath was caught in her throat as his hand gripped her neck.

“Kuohk.”

She couldn’t breathe.

An odd sound escaped from the within of her throat by her parted lips. Her face was scorching and pink, as if all of the blood had been pumped into it. It was a special ache from being lower by the sword.

Azela raised her proper hand and scratched the again of the murderer’s hand as he strangled her. He gave a glad smile on the response so intense that he questioned if she may break her fingernails from scratching so onerous.

“Ha, hahaha! As anticipated, stabbing to demise with a sword will not be my type… Sure, that is it…!”

“Ko…kohk.”

Azela’s legs struggled to outlive.

She would moderately be stabbed with a sword and die without delay. The ache as her breath step by step ceased was so painful.

As saliva trickled down her parted lips, she didn’t really feel the ache from her again being rubbed towards the bottom, nor the ache of her left shoulder or the again of her hand from being stabbed by the sword anymore.