Fedele Licata's expression flickered slightly.
His blood-red eyes revealed nothing of his thoughts.
"Kill them, kill them!"
The murmurs in his ears deepened the irritation visible in his gaze.
"Haha."
Suddenly, Fedele sneered and rose to his feet.
"Do you think everyone in this world craves power and wealth?"
"You're wrong—very wrong."
"We are humans, not targets set from the beginning to chase after goals like mindless machines."
He gradually raised the halberd in his hand, its golden light shimmering ominously.
"If you want me to kill, then I'll kill!"
"Not everyone is consumed by the desire for power and money. There's something stronger than those… kinship!"
In an instant, blood sprayed into the air.
But it wasn't from the two standing before Fedele.
It was his own.
The halberd had pierced through his own throat, emerging from the back of his neck.
