"What did you say?"
"W-we picked a dead person!"
"T-that's right, she was buried a week ago, and the chief was kind enough to offer her child!"
"W-we tried to convince him not to, but he said it would be for the village's safety..."
Their voices rushed together, desperate for justification.
But Seon remained unbothered by their reasons, cracking her neck and fingers as they continued to speak.
"So?"
Silence enveloped the group dawning that they might made a grave mistake.
To be fair, they are well aware of how wrong it is to use a dead body as a sacrifice; even if it is meant to summon something that is divine.
And the prophet in front of them seems to not be fond of their actions.
They reflected on it, albeit a little bit late.
At least they are aware of their fault.
"Ieekk!!"
A terrified squeak escaped one man's lips as Seon lunged forward, wielding Yunnie's broken staff.
In her past lives, she would have dispatched them effortlessly, but in this weakened, frail body, every movement felt like it needed a monumental effort.
Although she had honed her combat skills for survival, applying that knowledge now proved to be a struggle.
"I hope you're ready... Because this is going to hurt."
With a swing, she aimed straight for the old man's head.
The old man; Ortos, raised his staff in a feeble attempt to defend himself, but the moment their weapons clashed—CRACK!—his staff shattered into splinters.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he barely had a moment to react before Seon's weapon came crashing down.
THUD!
Ortos's forehead split open, blood trickling down as he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Gasps of shock rippled through the group as they stared at their fallen leader, panic coursing through them.
Seon took a step forward, and they all flinched by instinct.
Although they tried to muster the courage to defend themselves, their limbs doesn't seem to say the same, as they continued to tremble uncontrollably when their fear took hold.
One by one, Seon struck.
Thud!
The first man's chin snapped upward, blood spurting from his mouth as he crumpled to the ground.
Thud!
The second received a blow to the stomach, breath left him in a painful wheeze as he doubled over, collapsing.
Thud!
The third took a direct hit to the head, his eyes rolling back as he fell like a stone.
Thud!
Another groaned as Seon's staff found its mark between his crotch, dropping him instantly as if his soul just left for another world.
Each strike came with Seon hitting without any hesitation,
Anyone who passes by this small chapel outside may end up hearing the sounds of cracking bones, screams of pain, and thuds of bodies hitting the ground.
It looked like one-sided murder; except there's no necessary blood splattered around.
One by one, they fell before her.
Some, feeling hopeless, knowing they couldn't defend themselves, didn't even bother to fight back, opting instead for a futile Buddha stance, waiting for the inevitable strike.
Thud!!
The only one remaining unhurt is Yunnie, who crouches himself in the back, paralyzed by fear.
Hidden among the fallen chairs, he stayed motionless, hoping to avoid Seon's wrath.
His trembling hands clutched his knees as he fought against the rising panic in his chest.
But it was no use.
Seon's gaze found him instantly.
"Hieek—w-why?" Yunnie's voice cracked as he squeaked in terror.
Just moments before, he had held himself together, but now, he was barely able to control the tears that flowed freely as he sobbed uncontrollably.
Seon approached slowly, perhaps it was because it was a winter night, her breath was somewhat visible in the cold air, fogging with each exhale.
The broken staff dragged across the ground behind her, the scraping sound amplifed the silence.
"So it was you guys, huh?"
Yunnie could only shiver, his voice caught in his throat, unable to speak.
"THE REASON WHY I WAS FORCEFULLY KILLED IN MY PREVIOUS LIFE!"
Without waiting for a response, she swung her staff with terrifying speed, slamming at Yunnie's face.
The impact was brutal; it ended up in a loud sharp crack that echoed through the room as the blow connected with his cheek.
His body lifted off the ground, flung backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the ceiling with a loud thud.
K.O.
Seon wiped the sweat from her brow, satisfaction coursing through her. It felt as if all her pent-up resentment had finally found release.
Initially, she had been furious about the topic of sacrifice, but now... should she be relieved that this body was already dead?
Probably yes or probably not.
But what frustrated her the most was that in her most recent life, she had been killed by accident.
It made her wonder if the rituals they conducted had forced her rebirth, reincarnating her into another body.
Of course, it was just a theory. But still—
She wanted someone to blame.
"Oh well, obviously their fault." Seon thought.
"KU Wa Ha Ha Ha Ha!"
Apologizing was the last thing on her mind after all.