I had chills the entire time a singular kid walked up the knife, ripped off the note… and proceeded to kill every child in his sight.
…
"*gasp*... Huff… Huff… Huff… Yeah… I'm thirsty," I muttered before slowly getting out of my bed, and with each twitch of my body, I felt my mind growing colder and colder.
Events of my past life flashed through my mind, and upon finally standing up, I opened the door and slowly moved into the long hallway.
I looked down and back at the hallway before proceeding down the left turn.
My footsteps were so quiet you'd think I was stepping on nothing… the sole of the foot first and then the heel slowly coming down right after.
The air was chilly within the hallway, and as I gathered a small amount of water in my hand, a short sword took form.
"Hm… Hmmm… hmmm… Hmmmmm… hmmm… My… sweet… lady… London Bridge… is… falling down… falling down… London Bridge is falling down… my… sweet… lady,"
Creeeeeeeek
The door in front of me creaked open after the lock had been destroyed by some form of magic that infiltrated the keyhole and then broke everything inside.
My water gurgled as it reacted with my emotions, slowly creating bubbles that floated to the surface of the blade.
My eyes were so cold you'd think I had died standing up.
But, just as I stepped into the room, a familiar face greeted me, her neat posture lightly sitting on the windowsill.
Her curvy and muscular body pressed against the window behind her, making not even a sliver of a sound.
"*sigh*... I knew you'd be here," She muttered, her cold eyes landing on me but barely being able to hold the eye contact as my cold eyes spread to my entire body, creating a darkened silhouette that bubbled with unbridled killing intent.
"My… fair… lady… My fair… lady," I whispered under my breath before my eyes shifted to the small magical barrier covering my only victim.
I didn't care for the lackeys… but the goblin-looking leader? Absolutely not… He should absolutely not live.
"It seems I'm a bit rusty," I muttered under my breath before seeing my killing intent take a physical manifestation around me.
It was a dark blue, just like my hair, and with the previous past memories flowing through my mind, the killing intent turned into a literal pair of dark hands that gripped my throat.
"Who are you… There is no way you're my younger brother. Speak, and maybe I'll let you continue as the replacement for my brother," My sister said as a dark red aura gathered around her palm.
A small and sharp dagger made from the aura moist likely created by a skill, slowly sat in her palm as she gripped it with maximum strength.
Her skin rubbing against the leather was almost nauseating, but even then, my victim, who was right beside her, didn't wake up.
"That time when eldest brother shoved my head under the backyard pond, only to let me breathe when I had barely gone unconscious. When he snapped my finger and gaslighted our parents into thinking a rock had hit it, that time when he pushed me down the stairs, hospitalizing me for a month straight… my poor child body could barely take all of these beatings… do you want me to continue?"
As if I was reading from a script, I described each and every torturous memory my eldest brother had put me through.
There were even ones my sister had never heard of, making her mind and confidence waver as she slowly saw her brother turn into a mass of killing intent much bigger than her.
The dark blue killing intent swallowed the room whole until it was just myself, my sister, and the poor little goblin about to be slaughtered.
"So… am I your brother? Or an imposter?" I muttered, my voice distorted by the killing intent leaking from my throat into my mouth.
"Y-You must be an imposter… Th-there is no way somebody could change that quickly into something so dark… No, when did you become like this?" My sister asked, drops of sweat dripping down her face as she attempted to silence my words.
"Sister… What did I say? You're too weak to lead the family, so I've taken up the role, and you can relax as much as you want… So don't bother me any longer with these trivial matters. I know you want to get rid of him as well,"
"I-I know I want to get rid of him, but there are rules to this world! Breaking these rules will put you in deep trouble… ANYWAY, ANSWER MY QUESTION!"
"It's been a while since I've been like this," I responded before taking a step forward and raising my shortsword in the shape of a cross.
The blade glistened in the darkness, and as soon as I stepped up to the goblin, I reached out my free hand and activated,
"[Mana Manipulation],"
The magical blue barrier protecting the kid from me was warped and distorted until there was enough room for me to stick my sword through… but my sister still insisted on getting in my way…
She caught the sword just as I was about to stab it through and said,
"Please don't do this… I don't want to see you fall any further,"
"*sigh*... This is why you're not fit for the candidate of the head of our family. You could stop me if you wanted… kill me even… but you're still weak, so you won't do that, right?"
I tilted my head backward, and my swirling whirlpool likes eyes sucked in her rationality as she stared at me with a nervous expression.
"I guess I was right… what a loser," I muttered.
SHING
The goblin didn't have an easy death as I left him to slowly bleed out with a massive laceration in his gut.
I soaked in the screams of pain leaking from his mouth before turning towards the now normal corner of the room.
"Get the angel drops,"