Chapter 28 (1/2)

The Uncle and the Bandits (part 5)

My anger was like the Heavenly Dog.

My common sense was just like the luminous moon being gobbled up when the evil dog was set free.

When I saw that Mademoiselle Specter was weeping, the sword in my hands clattered to the ground.a

Mechanically, I turned my head to look at the wriggling Bayerman. I could only indistinctly recall what had just happened.

Did I do this?

Efficiently cutting of his two arms, making him lose his features that made him a man. Did I do this?

Without the slightest emotion, crushed his limb and bone. Did I do this?

Losing all reason and running amok, committing outrages. Did I do this?

Would Mademoiselle Phantom be happy if she saw all of this? Not considering her feelings at all, but just venting my anger. Did I do this?

What joke is being made here. I was already this old.

I folded my hands over my forehead. I could clearly feel that my body was trembling nonstop. Since I had been reincarnated in this world, I had never felt such a deep fear. What’s more, this fear originated from within me.

“I did it!”

A high pitched voice came from behind. I moved slightly sideways and punched him unconscious.

“Kaqi, who couldn’t even be destroyed by King Kong was actually——”

I looked at my hand.

So it was like that.

When I was holding the sword, I thought of the things from that world.

When the memories of the two world mixed together, I lost my self. The only thing in my mind was the melody of battle. From the start I knew that I was this kind of person. I have no qualifications to hold a weapon. So up until now when I fought, I only relied on my fists to finish things.

Weapons are used to kill people. The more dangerous the weapon, the more the fuse of a bomb it is. If today I saw not a sword, but a hand gun, I probably would have shot Bayerman in the skull without hesitation in the very first moment.

But I did not have any consciousness of committing murder.

I didn’t have any comprehension of being killed, and I don’t have any comprehension of killing. This is as it should be.

So when I awoke from my stupor, I felt regretful, I felt fearful. I was swept away by anger. I sold my soul to satan. When I recovered my sense I discovered that I had already made a great mistake.

If Mademoiselle Phantom had not stopped me, what would I have done?

I would’ve cut down into everyone around me until they called the magic beast, then I when the beast came to gorge itself, I would’ve stuck a sword through its core.

They are bandits, bandits who have broken the law, bandits who have committed every crime.

I who subdued them would naturally be highly revered as just, an unquestionable justice.

This way of thinking is a mistake.

Recalling my original plan, I only planned to suddenly attack after Ludao’s death, punish Bayerman according to the law or forever banish them.

I, since then, have done things without my sense of self. I had forgotten my original plan, and had almost destroyed the things I needed to protect.

“Okay, do you still have another trump card? Quickly, bring it out. There’s no use in trying to escape. In case you do try to run, you will immediately look like this person.”

I stepped on Bayerman’s skull.

“Don’t, don’t bully people too excessively!”

Mark, fl.u.s.tered and exasperated, cried out. He waved his arms, forming a raging flame.