The Traitor's Disciple (13)

“…Cough.”

Sticky blood sprayed messily across the dirt.

Leaning on the shaft of his broken spear, Pascal could barely stay upright. At a glance, he almost looked pitiful.

“You’re one tenacious bastard.”

The Seven-Step Snake sneered and took a step toward him.

He had his share of wounds, both large and small, but nothing compared to the man before him.

Pascal, on the other hand, was so covered in blood that it was harder to find an unbloodied patch of skin.

‘To think I’d end up wishing he’d just use poison…’

Pascal thought with a bitter smile.

The Seven-Step Snake hadn’t been lying when he said he only used poison because he liked it...