Chapter 227: Chapter 227: I Can't Cure it

But even with the strange state that Dante was experiencing, the executioner didn't relax.

It was an unnerving, twisted feeling, one so strange it made even him, a merciless executioner, stand on edge.

Pushing down his fear, the man raised his giant butcher knife in the air, ready to cleave off Dante's head in one fell swoop. But before he could bring it down, he heard a desperate cry.

"STOP!"

Before the man could even react, he felt a small figure collide with him, sending him stumbling back. But as the figure was so light, the man didn't even fall over.

As the man looked towards the source of impact, he saw the figure of a small slave not at his feet.

In an instant, the man was enraged.

"A mere slave boy! You actually dare to interrupt me!"

The boy in question didn't even react to the mana creams as the charge and collision just now had completely winded him, leaving him gasping desperately for air.