'… What happened now?'
I kept rubbing my eyes with my mouth open at the shocking sight.
When I looked again, Ras was fine, without any wounds. He just looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.
Damien's gaze met mine. His red eyes flashed eerily.
'Everything I just saw was an illusion? I'm sure there wasn't any strength... No way, just with the energy to kill?'
I was inwardly shocked.
The vision I saw seemed to be the influence of Damian's deadly energy.
It is said that the level of murderous intent achieved through enlightenment is sharper than a sharp sword.
He was showing his lethal intent to me right here and now.
Simply radiating his vitality was enough to destroy his cognition. I once again realized how much of a monster he was beyond common sense.
I thought that Damian's life might be a warning that if I did something foolish, he could kill everyone in this place, hero or not.
Even though I knew that my inner strength had not yet returned, I felt like that monster could make my imagination a reality.
Wow, I was almost got killed myself.
There was silence.
"...."
No one in the room could bear to open their mouths at my shocking remarks.
Okay. It must be embarrassing.
The stutterer, who couldn't even express his opinion properly, was able to think very well.
It was very refreshing to know how Abel Croy had been treated so far.
Ras laughed as if he was dumbfounded and then glared at me with murderous eyes.
Maybe it's because I just experienced Damian's, or rather Socheonma's, killing intent.
A warrior in name and appearance, the killing he displayed felt like child's play.
"Hey, monster. Are you crazy?"
Slugs, monsters, stutterers. All of these were names they called me.
Just by looking at this, you could tell what position Abel Croy was in the party.
In fact, it was safe to say that my situation was almost no different from that of Damian, a porter.
Nevertheless, in the story, Abel bullied Damian because he wanted to feel superior and different.
In the end, from the perspective of the warriors, Abel and Damian were trash, no different.
'So I guess I'm also on the killing squad.'
Everyone's eyes turned to me. I spoke confidently, as if I was enjoying the gaze.
"Yeah, I'm crazy. You bastard. So, I'm going to crash the party. You guys wanted me to go out anyway, right? Is not it?"
Ras burst out laughing as if he were empty and got up from his seat.
"Ha, I don't know what this useless monster believes and why he's being so picky? I asked him if he was coming these days and he thought he was doing something? Don't be mistaken. You are just a discarded tool. No matter how much you struggle and try, nothing will change. You piece of trash."
I felt it again, but this blond, spiky-haired gangster had nothing to admire about him other than his handsome appearance and the fact that he was a warrior.
I don't know how I ended up creating this kind of waste, but I set it up and it really sucked.
Ras was very angry and shouted, pushing my shoulder.
"So in front of me…"
Tuk.
The mask that was covering half of my face fell to the floor. Ras, who saw this, made exaggerated gestures and pretended to gag.
"Wow! Look at that face. How do humans look like that? I'm so disgusted every time I see it. Hey! First, put on that mask!"
The companions who had been looking at me until now turned their heads in unison with disgusted expressions on their faces.
The only person looking at me was Damian, the porter.
"...."
I bent down and picked up the mask that had fallen on the floor.
Perhaps because I was possessed by Abel's body, I could feel the humiliation and emotions he had experienced very vividly.
The murderous intent boiled deep in my heart, but I knew that now was not the time.
'Let's be patient. Let's be patient. Anyway, today is the last day.'
At that moment, Knight Commander Teresa spoke.
"Stop it. Lord Ras."
Ras glared at Teresa, who spoke in her characteristic cold tone.
"What? Who are you to do this and that to me?"
"Rather than making the situation even worse, wouldn't it be better to listen to Abel first and then make a decision?"
"So what are you to me…"
As the atmosphere was becoming unusual, Lin came close to Ras and fawned over him with her arms crossed.
"Hero. How about we do as Teresa says first?"
As soon as her soft chest touched his arm, Ras regained his composure in an instant.
"… Huh. Okay. I guess I got a little angry."
Even while he was talking, he kept groping Lin's thigh, and Lin, whose face was blushing, let out a light breath and whispered quietly.
"Ha… As the leader of the party, the warrior only reacted appropriately~ And anyway, if that bastard leaves the party, the credit will all be ours, right?"
Because I had strengthened my body earlier, even whispering could be heard very clearly.
"Yes. After all, Lin is the only one who understands me."
They say it's very nice.
Asshole.
Idon't even know what it is.
I pictured in my head the face of Ras, who would be shocked to find out that bitch's identity in the not-too-distant future.
"Okay. Abel. You want to leave our party? Good. Instead, since you said you were leaving voluntarily, I cannot give you any compensation or credit."
I didn't even want that in the first place.
"I have one favor to ask."
Ras responded nervously.
"What?"
"As you said, I am leaving voluntarily, so I don't have to receive anything. Instead, I want you to give a portion of my share to Damian. You can do that much, right?"
Damian looked at me with a surprised face. I ignored his gaze and continued speaking calmly.
"It doesn't mean anything. It may seem hypocritical, but I hoped that the person in our party who secretly worked the hardest would receive a little more compensation."
This time, Lin asked. She looked as if she was looking at a bug.
"Ha! The most difficult? What on earth did that person do to make you say he suffered the most? Do you want to pretend to be nice now that you're on your way out?"
"Lifting that much luggage every time…"
Before I could finish speaking, Lin intervened.
"Is it hard for a porter to lift a load? Isn't that something a porter should naturally do? No, isn't it a normal way of thinking to think of it as an honor to join a warrior party to save humanity and even serve as a porter? Anyway, lowly things surround each other. I don't know the subject or the grace. I'm so disgusted that I'm dying."
"You probably don't know what I mean. You know best how we treated Damien, Lin."
A red haze flickered all over Lin's body.
"If you call my name with that dirty mouth just once, I will turn you into ashes."