บท 155: Filth

It had barely taken three brief minutes.

The young noble had not realized what had happened, but he was the only one left apart from the killer demon who stood holding his sword, along with the other two gaping brats.

The young noble felt his scalp numbing when Mufasa finally turned toward him.

He did all he could to clench on little Nala's shoulders and pressing his ornamented sword over her neck, whereas his body that was several times her size squirmed and contracted as if to hide behind her.

"D-don't come! Or I'll kill her!"

Although the young noble had some skill as well, he knew that he would never have such lightning reflexes to counter Mufasa's clean and swift lethal moves.

Now that things have come to this, his greatest chip was the peasant girl he had seized without thinking.

Hence, he could not help feeling very lucky as he watched Mufasa pause instead of attacking him.

His gamble worked!