Sylvester's finger moved slowly, ever so, while his mind had already accepted the outcome that was soon to appear.
Thud!
The body of the fat Master of the lands fell from the horseback. It fell with such force and in such a position that the man instantly broke his neck under his own weight. For a few seconds, he remained alive, even then clutching his chest as if in agony.
Sylvester was quick to paint the narrative with his masterful acting. "Master! Help! His heart is failing!"
The Prince swiftly dismounted his horse and attempted to use basic healing magic. However, as Sylvester's finger continued its movement, the tiny iron sphere within the man's heart continued to wreak havoc. There was no chance of survival, and no one could fathom why and how it occurred.
To the outside world, it appeared to be a heart attack. And that was precisely why Sylvester adored his secret technique, as it served him perfectly as an assassin and spy.
