บท 107: An Act of Mercy [2]

Jasmine glanced at the cadets huddled together on the platform, their backs pressed tightly against one another.

Most of them looked sick, their faces pale. It was inevitable.

Who wouldn't feel that way, knowing that among them were people plotting to kill each other?

And that wasn't all.

Her gaze shifted to Nol, seated atop the Dark King's throne.

No one dared look at him.

Who would?

Especially with all that blood coating him… and the five heads displayed at his feet, their faces twisted in pure horror.

The expressions alone told the story of Nol's cruelty.

Jasmine's face darkened as she stared at him. It wasn't that she opposed killing—they were, after all, enemies.

She had killed the two instructors herself, burned them to ash without hesitation.

A pile of their remains lay beside her.

But… she didn't toy with her victims like Nol did.