Daimon looked at the guy who was clearly trembling upon being gazed by Horals, before saying.
"Then, what do you have to say, needless to say but if your information isn't worth my time, you can say goodbye to your head".
The poor guy felt his soul leaving his body, having lived a few years in this line of work, he has seen cruel people, those who rejoice in making others suffer, alcohol, debauchery and abuse are normal hobbies for nobles.
He kept his mouth shut because he is just a little informant who was somehow assigned to this place, but this is the first time he bumps into someone who doesn't show any reaction positive or negative when having other people's lives in his hands.
'That murderous aura earlier isn't normal, what the hell did I get myself involved into!', he screamed in his heart before saying.
