"I-I can explain, I…"
Pak!
Before the owner of the walnut tree could finish, Bloody Mary decapitated the man's head with a quick chop to his neck.
The head flew up high before falling on the ground. The dead face successfully captured the dullness and confusion, as if the owner of the walnut tree couldn't understand why the High Demon would kill him without giving him the chance to speak.
Bloody Mary curled its lips as it looked at the bloody head in disdain.
It didn't have the intention or the time to tangle with the old man.
Since they were enemies, one of them had to die.
Perhaps it was true that Bloody Mary felt many small dissatisfactions about its contractor, but it agreed on its contractor's point of view fully.
The best kind of enemy was the dead kind.
Bloody Mary shook the blood off its hand, drawing a straight line of red on the ground.