Chapter 262 - Bandits Again? (1/2)

”I said, stop.” Said John

However, not even a second after he said it, a small rock was thrown straight at him, before hitting his leg.

”Oi... Who-”

John was interrupted by Serena who shouted.

”What is your problem!? If you're going to unleash a bomb like that, warn us first!!”

”Serena's Right!!!” Ariel added

”A-Ah, right. S-Sorry.” Said John

John's eyes then widened before he quickly turned to Master Sylvia's direction. He subconsciously, created an ice wall to hide the view from the rest of his party.

Before slowly propelling himself over it, straight towards Master Sylvia who was the only one left.

As he landed on the other side of the wall, he could feel whatever which was in the empty stomach of his, dying to come out.

Disgusting? Horrendous? None of those words which came to his mind, were enough to describe just how dreadful, tasteless, and cold, the sight in front of him was.

A blood bath. Body parts lying around, with blood stains all over Master Sylvia's clothes.

[Why...?]

There were around 10 who were standing in front of the carriage, but not a single one was lfet alive.

Master Sylvia swung her dagger down, to get rid the blood off the blade before slowly turning to John.

Cold, emotionless eyes, stared straight at him. As he wondered if there was reallly a need for it to have ended up this way.

Fast, by the time John had shouted to the time he realised was around half a minute. In just that small time frame, His master created a sight, which could make even murderers, nauseous.

John had forgotten, how cold his Master could be, the times in the beach city had relaxed him. But now his memory had been refreshed, if not darkened.

Without saying anything. Master Sylvia walked past him amd as she did so, the blood which had spilt over her clothes were burnt off as a dark flame covered them.

Around 10 dismantled corpses. John didn't want anyone else to see them, so he clenched his fist, before placing both hands on the ground.

As he did so, a small hole was formed as the ground sunk in, dragging the bodies down with it. Following that, the ground rose back up, leaving the bodies behind.

John did all of this, with a cold expression. He didn't know what sort of face to make, but he knew it was wrong.

He hated pointless killing, and they just looked like starving people who lost control of themselves. Where did they even come from to reach that sort of state. Why didn't they just go hunting? Were they really innocent?

John then turned the ice wall into water and used it to wash away the remaining blood stains which were on the ground.

As the water flowed through his legs couldn't help but think of such things, whenever he used 'possession' these thoughts would just keep away from his mind, but whenever he didn't, they'd flow through like a stream.

”DONT KILL US!!” Shouted a man

Hearing this, John let out another sigh before propelling himself to the back of the carriage. As he did so, he wondered if the guy who had shot the needle at him was one of the corpses.

”Tsk.”

Once John reached the back of the carriage, he could see all of them kneeling down.