"You are going to die."
Those words rang clearly through the festival streets, heard by the people of the Sun without the slightest ambiguity.
What made it all the more shocking was who had spoken them.
An unknown young boy.
A boy with a face so beautiful it made him seem almost angelic.
A mysterious angel telling a knight of the Sun that he would kill her.
How strange.
...How thrilling!
…If not for the horrifying pressure pouring from the two of them, making it nearly impossible for most people to even remain standing.
Luckily, both of their auras lessened soon after, though that only made the crowd even more uneasy. Anyone with the slightest education knew that aura—mana will—was something only a master possessed.
And since both the mysterious boy and the knight had used it...
That meant both were masters.
Both were monsters in human skin, capable of slaughtering everyone here.
Yet no one left.
