Regret.
This was a feeling that Mikhail rarely felt in his lifetime.
He believed that regret only belonged to those fools who are not courageous enough to get what they wanted.
However, right now, he was filled with regret.
If only he hadn't killed her.
If only he'd showed a bit of mercy and compassion, perhaps he wouldn't be feeling regretful right now.
A loud clap resounded in the air as Ciel's foot connected to his chest. Mikhail didn't know how many times he had experienced this kind of pain under the boy's hands. He had already lost count, and yet, the pain still remained.
As his body flew a few meters above the ground, he felt a small hand grab the back of his head. The next thing he knew, his face was skidding along the asphalt road, leaving trails of blood in its wake.
His bloody face was dragged on for a hundred meters before it finally came to a halt. However, this was not the end.
