"hahaha ha ha"
Jack shrieked with great rage. "How does it look like? wasn't I awesome?"
" ...M-Monster!" Mr.Henry feared out of his mind. He was surprisingly held back this whole time.
"What was that for? Certainly, you can call me a monster, a devil would suit me much. Don't you think Max?" Jack averted his eyes to Max who was standing up, untieing the rope. Her expression was stiff. Was Jack made her angry again? well, that seemed to be the case.
"Shut up, Fool. Finish this fast. We got things to do."
"Yeah, yeah, I was just getting started with him. Don't be worry about that." Jack lowered his head and as he turned he saw a human figure coming right to him with all might. He began anxiously about this immediate attack so he drove his blade into.
"Ash!" Blood came out and poured on Jack's face. The red blood liquid made Jack's sight reddish. It was as if he had a red filter on his eyes.
"Mia!!" One of the maids screamed out of agony. The elder sister knockdown on the surface. Jack's half-opened stares widen. He couldn't believe that he had killed someone. Jack's blade vanished into thin air as he retrieves it. His Spiritual blade was made out of his energy. He could control it. It's not like the boss fight but a real battle. in an actual fight, anything could happen. you can't avoid death. it's a fundamental truth.
"Mia!!" The maid ran towards it. "Mia"
But at that moment, Mr.Henry went berserk. He pulled the trigger of his gun simultaneously. One by one bullet shot in the direction of Jack who was now traumatized. It was a perfect moment to knock him as Jack was off guard.
Max went in front of him with his knives and countered the bullets with her knives. She then threw one of her knives in a badass way. It flew so fast that no one was able to grasp it.
"Ah!" An agony came out of nowhere. Mr.Henry held his leg with a strong grip.
"Ah! What--" The knife was found snapped into his leg. Blood got mixed with Jack's blood. The blood came out when Mr.Henry stepped onto him. Another blood was also formed that came from the maid's dead body. The younger sister was holding her in her arms and moaned in pain. The pain of losing on another.
The captive room of prisoners was now captivated with dead body and blood. The intense uncensored sights were enough to make you puck. The room that had only had dust and the scent of old furniture now has an undefined smell of blood. A sweet, No, A bitter. Whatever the smell was it was indeed not pleasant. The traumatizing Jack had no experience of killing until now. He was shocked at what he did just now. Although it's an accident, he believes himself guilty. Even a normal person would find himself sinful.