Chapitre 64: Black-Horned Tiger

Hearing those words, the man—caught between the torment of endless agony and the promise of a swift death—felt utterly helpless.

With the last bit of strength and breath he could muster, he struggled to whisper, "Y-You... you've k-killed the wrong person."

"Who is it?" Yone commanded coldly, his emotionless gaze striking fear into the dying man. Despite the man's severe injuries, Yone forced him to keep speaking by offering him a healing pill, allowing him to regain enough strength to talk.

Although the pill's effects were potent, the man's wounds were so severe that full recovery would take years. The pill merely gave him enough relief to speak a little more clearly.

The man gritted his teeth. "Oliver... son of E—"

Before he could finish, a sudden, unseen force gripped his heart, silencing him instantly. His life was snuffed out before he could say another word or even change his expression.