"I feel like I'm hunting a monster, not hitting a person, High Elder."

Click, click—Shion’s steps echoed as she approached.

Her boiling rage was now taking shape and radiating outward. Crackle! Crackle! The electricity in the air was wild and untamed.

"Y-you, Herald!"

"What?"

Rohan looked down at the fallen High Elder with an expression of pure displeasure.

Around them, the elders who had been beaten with the scabbard lay groaning on the floor.

More than half of them were unconscious. The ones who were still awake had vacant, unfocused eyes.

"Please, protect me...! The vessel's intent to kill me is real!"

"You think I wouldn’t notice something even a fool like you can feel?"

"Th-then why...?"

Rohan showed no signs of getting up from his chair.

For the first time, the High Elder's face was consumed by fear.

"If I step in, it wouldn’t be fun, would it?"@@novelbin@@

"...What?"

"She’s only had a taste of the bitterness. Now she needs a sip of cider to cleanse her palate. Shut up and get beaten to death."

Levin Maxwell had no idea what those words meant.

Thud!

Before he could even question it, a tough-looking boot filled his vision.

The High Elder, still collapsed on the floor, lifted his head.

Shion was standing right in front of him, electricity crackling in her palm.

Crackle—Zzzt!!!

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