"Aaaaagh!" 

The man squeezes his cheek firmly with his two hands. The echoes of his excellent yells are thumping in the ears like drums.

"How dare you? My name is Nectar. You know what my impact and influence are?! I'll finish you right now." The torment is unbearable, as his eyes augment and his eyelids become red, and tears stream down his cheeks. 

Gritting his teeth, he motions to his companions. The disposition of the motion isn't exceptionally favorable.

Two inebriated hooligans come out from behind right away. There is exceptional severity on their countenances, and every one of them has a blade prepared for assault. The fierce look on their appearances is similar to that of canines when they are occupied with fighting over an area. 

They bark uproariously. "You realize we were fighters in the military previously? You committed a major error." 

"Idiotic! I'll send you to your place right away." Saying this, the two savage plebeians hurry to Roy.

Taking a glance at Roy's face, one may feel that the impression of dread is spread all over on the grounds that a drop of sweat is running down his eyebrows. However, that is not the fact, it's a sort of faltering. 

His eyebrows are raised, as though grimacing in empathy. However, his teeth are gritted forcefully. He doesn't have the foggiest idea what to do. 

Despite the fact that killing one individual after another has become his second propensity until now, he actually fails to really see why he is reluctant to kill common individuals. 

However, they are not ordinary individuals. They also were once at war. They likewise killed. Also, the manner in which they glared at Ruwi clarified they were pedophiles. 

"Pedophile!" He murmured to himself. Out of nowhere numerous old worn-out, ambiguous memories have gotten clear and alarmed. Part of neurons in the cerebrum have branched out and linked with a memory that should not exist, which is a kind of injustice. 

"Quit any pretense of everything. Let go. Disregard everything. Disregard the existence of all that is good-bad, acceptable and awful, feelings, empathy, companionship, deception, love. Allow the mind to get numb." Darkness is falling on Roy's eyes. Everything is dim briefly. Naturally everything is inane at this point. 

Like a cataclysm stronger than a hurricane, quicker than lightning, he punctures through the two rebels as if his movements do not follow in human strides. In his grasp is his tremendously long blade, similar to the wings of the divine force of death. What's more, it has separated the bodies of the two indecently lustful individuals into two.

An extremely troublesome quietness operates in the climate for some time. From that point onward, an enormous amount of whispers from the horde of residents flooded the vicinity.

Step by step, the murmurs transform into a gigantic reaction. The commotion can be heard. The response of various shadings emerges from the clamor. 

A few responses are panic-coated.

 

Once more, a portion of the responses are blended in with the bubbly mind-set. Some are enchanted with amuse. 

In any case, the most clear inclination among every one of the responses is overpowering awe. 

"My God, he partitioned them into two without a moment's delay." 

"How is it possible that he would move so quick with an enormous sword?" 

"I don't get anything. What occurred?" 

"Great. I would not like to see those terrible two, in any case. Good riddance." 

"Our guards are reckless and drunk. Now they are dead. Wow. Excellent."

"It will be like this if you cheat on your duty and drink all day."

Some teenagers are even cheering. 

"Right now, is this an ideal opportunity to have a good time? The person is awful. He can likewise assault us. " 

"The devil has killed the inhabitants of our village!"

"Ward the kids off. Quick."

In the interim, Nectar's legs are slipping and his pant is gradually getting wet in light of the fact that an appalling figure is coming before him. 

"Try not to draw close. I have associations with the military. I have numerous companions there. The lord's men have seized and executed the last time somebody attempted to assault me. Nobody in this town dares to revolt against me. Consider the big picture. They will rebuff you a great deal. " 

Disregarding all the commotion, Roy is pushing ahead. No word from the world will contact him now. Instantly, he comes near Nectar. 

Roy nearly utilizes his blade, and simultaneously, the melodious yet a dismal sound of a magical voice goes to his ears and hits him strongly. 

"Kindly, don't kill my father." 

Every one of the recollections of the depression of the vagrant adolescence rapidly plays in his mind. He opposes himself.

Then, at that point, he slaps Nectar hard. 

Nectar flies. It's a brief excursion. 

Then, at that point, his head interacts with the wall. There's a gigantic sound. He tumbles to the ground. His head is draining delicately. 

Roy inclines forward and gets his blade by the neck of Nectar. "Did you see that? I don't actually care about every one of the troopers on the planet. Give me what I merit. Anything else, and this sword will go from one side to another and your neck will be in it." 

"I forfeit. Forgive me. I really endured because of my little girl's careless conduct, so I did. I'm a decent individual. Battled for my country." Nectar cries like a little girl. His voice shakes and he continues. "They have thrown me away like dirt after my injury. I am like this because I am sad."

Individuals will excuse their own conduct at whatever point they become polluted with evil; shouldn't be underhanded. To save their own contorted honesty, the world gets bent.

Roy smirks. "Anyway, I want some food."