With his shared mischievous grin, he made it clear to me the meaning of his words, what he really meant by that. Something that made me infinitely angry.
I was practically a child still, a young man who is just entering his stage as a teenager, someone who has not spoken to other people besides just my two subordinates. Despite that, despite all that and even having no memories, I was not a fool, no, far from it, even with my lack of experience in the world I could easily guess his intentions, possibly the former me being a noble had seen all the atrocities in the world.
"Pretty face" and "Would you like to have some fun with us?" sounded suddenly in my already deteriorating mind, unknowingly causing a murderous aura, no, an aura of Death itself, the Intent of Death.
