The body was limp, hanging in front of Nikolai. Salvia dripped from her mouth on his wrist, making him throw the body away. Nikolai stared at the body for a long time, and there was no mistaking that she had died.
"There are other ways to make her lose her memory," said Nikolai with apathy. "However, there is always the risk of her skill negating those effects. I can never allow her to live."
Furthermore, Icarus was sure to chase her. That man must have reported this matter to his superiors already, making her name on the blacklist of Crows. It was dangerous in more than one aspect.
Nikolai raised his head and saw her soul leave her body. It was a powerful soul with a golden hue surrounding it, a delicacy for the devourer of souls.
"I won't make your death wasted," said Nikolai as he reached out toward the soul, pulling her. There was a cry of pain, hate, and regret that rang in his ears.
