Confession

Looking back, he'd taken quite a detour just to deal with this bastard.

Killing him wouldn't have been difficult, but handling the aftermath would have been anything but easy.

He'd left his beloved hometown, concealed his identity, and slowly built up his position until he finally made it this far.

Well, the journey hadn't been all hardship. He'd met plenty of good people and had his share of enjoyable times.

Of course, none of that was enough to forgive that piece of shit.

Considering everything he'd suffered up to now, tearing him limb from limb and killing him on the spot still wouldn't have been satisfying.

It hadn't been easy to suppress his murderous urges every time he came face-to-face with him.

Now there was no need to hold back. Killing intent surged from Ivan, and Rubert's face turned deathly pale.

“W-wait!! Let's talk this out···!!”

“Talk? Sure, sounds good. But let's start with you taking a beating. I've got a lot pent up. Should I start with your fingers?”...