My situation was bad.
In front of me was something unimaginable.
Olgren, the traitor who had murdered Prince Blake and was wanted by the empire, stood before me.
The terrifying thing was not that, rather it was his appearance.
He became a monster, a hideous, muscular version of himself nearly three meters tall.
His gray skin and throbbing veins reminded me a lot of a horse's neck.
The only good thing was that he kept his pants on.
Olgren spoke to me in an angry tone.
"All the wretches of this nation shall suffer my wrath!"
"No one will go free. Not even children or old people."
"I will make sure that the last thing they say in their final moments is to beg for forgiveness as they bow before me begging me."
Since this guy was talking trash, I walked up to him and punched him in the stomach.
Since I activated the Blut, it should be easier for it to hurt. But for some reason I watched as my fist sank into his belly.
"What the hell is this?"
