Kapitel 106: Lothar (3)

"Well? Anyone else?"

The silence that followed the young man's casual question was thick and suffocating. Every remaining bandit in the tavern stood frozen in place, their hands hovering over their weapons, eyes wide with fear. No one dared move. No one dared speak. The sight of their comrades' brutal deaths had stripped away any illusion of bravado they once had.

The young man let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "This is what makes you all such peasants," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "When a weak person stands before you, you bear your teeth, snarl, and pretend you're wolves. But when a stronger one appears…" His eyes swept across the room, his smirk widening. "You cower like frightened sheep."