"Haha, young lad, you have quite the fierce gaze. You should be more careful, otherwise…"
The man's face darkened and turned extremely serious.
"…you will face the consequences."
He ignored Julien's warning and walked closer to him.
As he reached, he patted his shoulder while gazing at Amelia, not looking at him as if he was a mere ignorant child unaware of the world's affairs.
"I'll let this slide. It wouldn't sound good if the Bandit King haunting the Eastern Empire were to beat up a child."
The man walked ahead without looking at Julien.
As he did, he felt itchy and numb on his hand.
Suddenly, his vision dimmed and he said, "Huh? What is this feel..in…g…"
Thud—!
The man collapsed on the floor. Blood spurted out of his hands rhythmically as his heart pumped blood.
The blood had no way of returning to his heart, and in no time, his complexion paled as he died from excess blood loss.
