"I am a noble of the Kingdom of Aub, you cannot kill me!" A pale-faced noble youth cried out in a trembling voice upon seeing the youth reach out towards him, his face filled with terror.
He recognized who the youth that suddenly flipped the roof was. He could not believe that such a being was preparing to strike him.
For the first time, he felt the proximity of death, and he had no chance to fight back. He could only hope that his identity would cause the young man to hesitate.
Muria, showing no change in his expression at all, reached down. Everything in the room, including the noble youth and the old butler, exploded simultaneously, and the room was filled with the stinging smell of blood.
"Oh, a devout believer of the Heavenly Deity, what a surprise." Muria said, slightly taken aback as he looked at the translucent specter in the room, which bore an uncanny resemblance to the noble youth, covered in a faint golden glow.
