Despite the words thrown by Sir Uther, all of the knights lost their lives from my blade. It took me three swings to bring down a knight to the ground. Since there were only three of them at my fore, Clarent twisted for nine times. And when the latter number came, three knights kissed the ground.
Besides killing the knights, I also took the lives of those panicking people. But despite filling my hands with blood, my heart never regretted anything. It didn't quiver, even an inch, even though I took hundreds of human lives. A normal person killing someone would traumatise them until the very end.
However, that thought differed me from everyone else. Now that I accepted the demon's offer, I….may have turned myself into one of them. Albeit I still had a humanoid form, my brain had acted like a monster.
