Forest of Magical Beasts (4)

I declared to Veron that if he didn't speak, I would cut off his left ankle.

Yet my hands were trembling faintly.

The sensation of killing someone was always unpleasant.

Whether the target was a player or an NPC.

The menacing words I hurled at Veron were nothing more than a performance of cruelty.

Cruelty meant to get what I wanted.

Whether they were easy to deal with or not, there were two Third-Order combatants capable of using aura involved.

If I held back even a little just to subdue them, I had no idea what might happen.

Only an overwhelmingly powerful person could afford to keep someone alive.

If I showed that kind of mercy now, it would be reckless arrogance...