Chapter 335: Justice (1/2)
Everyone watched as Leonel vanished.
In truth, it wasn't that they didn't consider the idea of Leonel using one of his rewards for a chance to escape, it was just that none of them had expected him to leave without practically saying a word. Had it not been for Hutch trying to get him to stay, he would have probably spared them all just a single a glance and left.
It was pure disdain. He couldn't even bother to try and defend himself regardless of whether or not he was in the right. He felt no obligation toward them.
Yet, somehow, his gaze was burned into all their minds. He never said the words 'I'll remember this' aloud, yet they somehow felt as though it was echoing in their ears again and again.
Hutch sighed and shook his head.
'Seems that brat is finally slowly awakening to his true self.'
Leonel's final words constantly reverberated in his mind… 'Something about that umbrella makes me itch all over'…
Suddenly, Hutch began to laugh. He looked no different from a madman in the midst of the rain. But, no one dared to take a madman holding a machete lightly.
Catris expression flickered numerous times before it settled into a sneer.
”I'll be sure to report all of this back without missing a single detail, Hutch. Not only did you bring such a scourge into the Slayer Legion, you didn't even care that one of the geniuses under your charge died due to his actions.”
At that moment, Hutch seemed to remember something.
Suddenly, his vision sharpened.
Catris' hair stood on end. He immediately shot backward, his nerves tense.
In that instant, the world seemed to slow. No matter how hard Catris tried to move, he couldn't seem to accelerate. It was as though he had been slowed to slow motion or that the world around him had suddenly been fast forwarded.
PCHUU!
Blood spurted as a limb twirled into the air. The crimson was quickly washed away by the endless barrage of rain, but even then, it was just as quickly replaced by a new flow.
Catris paled, looking down at his right arm which now lay on the ground.
”Since you didn't make the choice, I decided to make the choice for you.” Hutch said casually.
His indifferent voice made everyone freeze. His complete nonchalance in the face of blood and gore made them feel as though he wouldn't lose a wink of sleep even if he killed them all one by one.
”Consider this a simple reminder that you can't just speak to anyone as you please.” Hutch continued. ”And, as for the death of Mayfly, you seem to forget that I raised her practically as my own daughter.”
The indifference in Hutch's voice soon became coldness.
His gaze swept over, landing on Monet.
In that instant, Monet felt as though she had been thrown into an icy hell. Her knees uncontrollably buckled, causing her to almost fall to the ground. All the lofty demeanor she had, even when she was facing the demons of Camelot, came crumbling down with a single look.
”I would really like to know what her superior officer was doing as Mayfly died. You all seem to want to focus on the fact that Leonel wasn't meant to enter, when the truth was that Leonel was originally on the list of entries, the one who wasn't was Monet who self inserted. Isn't that right?”
Monet shivered.