Chapitre 70: Bloody Conflict [Pt 2]

"Weak…"

Silence permeated the environment for a while. However, it wouldn't last very long.

"What was that?" One of the mercenaries said, drawing his ear closer in a mock fashion with a smirk on his face.

"You're all too weak. We are both tired of weak blood from weak people," she mumbled.

Weak?!

These words hit the men like a sledgehammer. As proud men of battle, their egos were bruised.

"You bitch!" One of them yelled, raising his sword against her.

She stared at him blankly, looking unmotivated to even move a muscle.

"Don't look down on me!" He yelled.

Suddenly, as he was about to bring down his sword to smite her, he stopped dead in his tracks. 

"Gertur?!" Another mercenary called, referring to the stationary man.

"He can't hear you," the female knight said in a low tone.

"W-What?!" The mercenaries said, suddenly feeling chills.

"After all, he's dead." She stated flatly.