On his knees went Johan Bertile, his head smacked against the ground over and over as he begged for his life with his non-existent wife and children on the line.
"I have kids please forgive me."
Taps rang out rhythmically almost as if he was giving the cue to another.
Perplexed at the sight, Lord Isaac only nodded.
"Alright," he muttered and Johan raised his head at last.
"Oh! Oh great lord! Your mercy will be praised by gods."
This guy definitely had a screw lose. From the moment Isaac had ascertained that he was nothing but an aide to Kristine and was happy to help, Isaac had picked up his kill list and scratched his name off.
When it came others, he most looked into his kill list.
"Stand up," Isaac commanded. The stone cold knight's face as cold as ice.
"That's right," Johan stood upright. "There might still be others that are stranded!"
Isaac's eyes widened in a go as thought after thought ran in his head.
