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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 52: Because I promised to return (2)

Chapter 52: Because I promised to return (2)

Every⁠‍‍ sword has a purpose.

Just‍​ like a large​‍‌ sword and a small one can​ be used in​ different situations, and​‌‍ a sharp sword⁠‍​ is not always‍ better than a dull one.

Such​‌ was the case​ with Bordan, who​⁠ had always been⁠​ bullied by Joseph.‌

He​ was old, fat,‌ and barely knew‌ how to handle‍‌⁠ a sword, but⁠⁠⁠ Joseph decided to​ keep him by‍‍‍ his side.

He​⁠ had a defined‍‌ use for him.⁠⁠‍

“Are⁠ you sure you‍‍‍ blocked the other‌ alleys?”

“Of​⁠ course… I did‍‍‌ what I could.”⁠

Although‍​‌ he was just​‌ a simple knight,​ the mayor, who‌‌ knew well the‌ ins and outs‍⁠​ of the aristocrats,‌‍⁠ raised his hands​‌ in surrender.

He‌‍​ wondered where that‌ person had come⁠​ from.

“Then‌ why did you⁠⁠ allow things to‍ reach this point?⁠‌ Even the count‌‍‌ must be aware.”‌‌‍

“Because⁠ that guy Jack‌ has an impressive‍ skill… But after​‌⁠ today, don’t you‌‌ think Soara’s tumor‌ will be removed?”‌

The​‌ mayor’s embarrassment over‌⁠⁠ the knight’s use​⁠ of the count’s‌​ authority was palpable,‍⁠​ but Bordan could​⁠‍ only smile at‍ the mayor’s words.‍​‌

“The‍‌ tumor must be⁠ you.”

Equals‍⁠⁠ recognize each other.​‌

How​ could Jack the⁠‍ One-Armed, a simple‍⁠⁠ thug, dominate an⁠ area as large​ as an alley?⁠

All​‍‍ this happened with‍ the mayor’s consent,​​⁠ who holds the​‍ title.

“By⁠ the way, when‌‍ will the knights‌ who will escort⁠‌ us inside arrive?⁠⁠ They have been⁠ specially sent by‌ House Bayezid…”

The‍​​ mayor had summoned‍ all the soldiers‌ and knights stationed‌ in Soara, but‍‍ Bordan refused, saying​ there was someone​⁠ specifically assigned for‌ this task.

This‌‌ was not just⁠ about eliminating the‌ boss of the​ back alley known‌‍⁠ as Jack the​‌⁠ One-Armed.

It‍‌⁠ was also the‍‍ official debut of‌‍​ Vlad, organized by‍​​ the Bayezid family.‍⁠‌

“It⁠⁠⁠ seems they are‌ arriving there.”

The⁠​ faint light illuminated​ the streets of⁠ the back alley.‌‌

There‍​⁠ was a man⁠⁠ walking alone there.​

Fresh⁠⁠​ drops of blood⁠‍‌ still fell from⁠​ the sword hanging​ at his side.‌⁠⁠

“Just​ one?”

“…..”⁠‌

The‍ mayor seemed puzzled​ because he only‍‍ saw one figure,⁠​⁠ but Bordan simply⁠ responded in silence.​⁠

“Have​‌‍ you come?”

“Yes.‍​​ Sir. Bordan.”

The‍‍ boy exuded a strong smell of​⁠ blood from his‍‌⁠ cloak.

The⁠‍‍ mayor, seeing Vlad‌ for the first‌ time, was taken​⁠‍ aback by his‍ appearance, and once​ again, he was⁠ taken aback by⁠​ the atmosphere he​ emanated.

“They⁠‌ don’t seem to‍ match.”

His​ face, looking elegant,⁠⁠‍ showed the expression⁠‌‍ of a beast.‍

The⁠‍​ golden blond hair,‌​ which anyone could‌‌⁠ envy, was soaked‍ in blood, and⁠ his blue eyes‍⁠ shone with a glow so unusual⁠ even in the⁠‍ darkness of the‍ night.

“I​‍⁠ am ready.”

“Thank⁠​‍ you.”

“Then,⁠ why don’t you​‌ join the soldiers⁠ now? If you‌‍ get seriously injured,​ I won’t be‌⁠ able to face​​ Lord Joseph.”

Vlad⁠ smiled upon hearing‍‌ Bordan’s words.

The​​⁠ man’s constant concern‌‍​ for his well-being‌​‍ was, in a way, reassuring.

“Even‍‍⁠ if I get‍‍ hurt, I won’t​⁠ allow any harm⁠ to come to‍ Sir Bordan.”

“Not​​ possible.”

Once​⁠ he confirmed the⁠‌ boy’s determination, Bordan⁠⁠ pulled out his‍‌ own personal banner‍⁠‍ that he had‍‍ prepared.

Although‌ it only had‌‍‌ two crests embroidered,⁠‍ simply holding it‍​‍ was a great​‌ honor for the⁠ individual.

“Is‌ that a flag?”‌

“I​‍ thought that tradition⁠‌ had disappeared.”

As‌⁠‍ Vlad and Bordan‍ advanced, the soldiers⁠⁠ began to murmur‍​⁠ a bit.

What​ they were about‍‍‌ to witness was⁠ practically a recreation⁠ of a forgotten⁠⁠‌ scene from northern​⁠ history.

“Plant‍ the flag in‌ the ground.”

“Yes.”​

Vlad‍ planted his own‍‍ flag, which had‍ been handed to⁠‍‌ him by Bordan,⁠ into the ground.‌

This‌‌‍ land is mine⁠ from now on.⁠⁠‌

Under‌‌‌ the honorable names⁠‍‍ that vouch for⁠ me, it will​​‍ now exercise its⁠⁠ own rights.

Even⁠‍‌ up to their‍​ lives.

“Good.”⁠​

Upon‌‌⁠ confirming that the‍ young man’s statement‍‌ was in place,​‌ Bordan pulled out‌ a parchment from​​⁠ his pocket.

The​ boy carried the⁠⁠‌ honor flag.

The‍‌⁠ sturdy knight carried‌ the count’s order.​

The⁠​ two swords each‍ had a role​‌ to play.

“Listen!​​ The alley thief,‍ Jack, is trapped!‌‍ For a long‌​ time, he has​​‌ ignored the rules‌⁠‍ and laws established⁠​‍ by the Bayezids,​ and he has‍⁠‌ been sucking the‍‌‍ blood of the​‍​ people!”

Bordan​ read out the‍ contents of the‌‌‌ parchment as he⁠​⁠ unfurled it, instead‍​‌ of Vlad, who​⁠ was weak in⁠‍ etiquette and procedure.​​

If‍ someone saw him‍ for the first​ time, they would​ have applauded Bordan’s‍⁠ bold appearance as⁠⁠ he proclaimed.

“Therefore,‌⁠ I, Peter Bayezid,‍‌‍ rightful owner of​⁠ Soara, cannot allow‌ your wickedness to⁠‍‍ continue. I send‌⁠‍ my representative, Vlad,⁠ and from now⁠‍ on, all the​‌⁠ rights he exercises​​ will be backed‌ by both me,‌​ the rightful owner⁠‍ of Soara, and‌⁠‌ the faithful Church.”​‍

When‍​ the declaration, written​‍⁠ by Joseph and​⁠ approved by Peter,‌‍ ended, the soldiers’​ shouts began to‍ fill the air.‍‍‌

“Bayezid!​⁠‍ Bayezid!”

“Kill‌ Jack the One-Armed!”⁠⁠‍

“God‍⁠​ will protect us!”‌​

“Jack‍ the One-Armed and​⁠⁠ his henchmen, open⁠ the door! Accept⁠​ the rightful representative!”‍

But‌‌ at the end‍ of Bordan’s solemn​‌ declaration, Rose’s smile​​‍ remained firmly closed.​

And​‍ for good reason.‍

Because⁠ what awaits them,​‌‍ whether they open‍ the door or‌‌⁠ not, is nothing⁠ but a harsh⁠‌ sentence.

“My‍ job is done.”⁠

“Thank​‍ you.”

Vlad,​⁠ who had just⁠ finished polishing his‍ sword, calmed his⁠⁠ breathing at Bordan’s⁠ words.

“I’ve⁠ told you before,‌⁠‍ there’s no need⁠​ to go this‍ far. There are​​‍ at least 50​ people inside. So…”​⁠

“I​‍ said I will⁠ do it this‌​⁠ way.”

“Alright…”⁠‌‌

Bordan‍‍ nodded, seeing the‌ young man’s blue‍ eyes filled with‌​ determination, and stepped⁠‍ aside.

It​​ was natural for‌​ someone with their‌ own world to‌‍ have a distinctive‌‍‌ stubbornness.

Only⁠⁠ those who were⁠⁠⁠ sure of their‍ path could wield‍ Aura.

Bordan’s‌‌⁠ work, who had⁠‌‍ come to assist⁠​ the young man⁠ instead of Joseph​ and Jager, was‍ done.

He‌ had effectively intimidated‍​ the mayor and‌⁠​ had used Soara’s‍​ power to block​⁠ Jack the One-Armed.​‍⁠

Now‍​ only the execution​ of the representative‌ remained.

Vlad‍ closed his eyes⁠‍ as he held⁠​ his sword.

The‍ soldiers around him⁠ nodded in response‍⁠​ to the attitude‍ that seemed like‍⁠⁠ a prayer as⁠‌ he held his‍ sword.

Everyone​ thought it was​⁠‍ a fitting appearance‍‌ for a legitimate‍‌‍ representative, but as‍‍⁠ always, reality was‌‍​ different.

[Surely‍​ he’s already preparing.]‍

‘I​ know.’

[You‍‍ must broaden your⁠ vision. This will⁠⁠‌ be a battle‌ completely different from‍ anything you’ve experienced‌‍‌ so far.]

‘I‍⁠ am determined.’

Vlad,⁠​ who had managed‌​ to have his‌‌‍ own world, no‍‍‍ longer spoke aloud‍ or had conversations.⁠

There⁠‌ was a horizon⁠‍‌ that connected worlds‌‍ and worlds.

[Begin‌‌ with a grand‍‍ spectacle. In every​ battle, the key​‌‍ factor is initiative.]​

After⁠‍‍ hearing the last⁠ piece of advice,‍​⁠ Vlad slowly closed‍⁠​ his left eye.​​

Slowly,⁠ a glow began​​⁠ to permeate the‍​ sword.

“It’s​​ Aura!”

“At‌‍⁠ his age?”

The​​​ soldiers exclaimed.

And​‍​ Jack’s men, who‍‍⁠ had been watching‍ the action from‌‍​ the window, hurriedly​ closed the curtains‌‍‌ in alarm.

The‍​ essence of victory⁠ lies in unpredictability.​​⁠

And⁠ the young man​⁠ who now stood⁠‍⁠ out was the‌‍⁠ very embodiment of⁠​​ unpredictability.

“I‌ am Vlad Of⁠⁠​ Soara.”

Within⁠‍ his own world,‍‌‍ Vlad thought.

Would‌‍ Jorge have survived⁠‌ if he hadn’t⁠⁠⁠ called him that‌ day?

Would⁠‌ he have sought‍‌ out Godin if‌ Jack the One-Armed‍⁠⁠ hadn’t threatened Jorge?‌⁠

“Before​⁠ being the legitimate⁠‍⁠ representative, I am​​ also a legitimate⁠‍⁠ avenger.”

Although‍​⁠ he had considered⁠ countless “what ifs”⁠‌‍ in his mind,‍​‍ the conclusion was‌ always the same.​‌⁠

Jack​⁠ the One-Armed must‍‍ be killed.

“I‍ am back, Jack‍ the One-Armed. To‌ end our struggle.”⁠

His​‍ world is eating​⁠​ into theirs.

As‍ Joseph says, one‍⁠‍ can only move​‌ forward by cutting‍ ties.

“I’m‌ back. Jack the⁠‍‍ One-Armed!”

With⁠‌​ a wild cry,‍‌ the broken building​⁠​ opened up as​​‌ the boy ran⁠‍‌ towards Rose’s smile.‍

I am back.

To⁠ end it all.‍​

Kwah-ah!‌

The‍⁠​ boy’s world, which‍ had been firmly​ gathered, shattered Jack’s‌​‌ world.

Rose’s⁠ smile, which had⁠‍​ been snatched away‍ by the young‌⁠⁠ man’s strong blow,​⁠⁠ finally opened up.‌​​

***⁠​

“Kwaaaah!”​

“What⁠ strength!”

The​‍ men blocking the⁠‌ door fell backwards,​⁠⁠ rolling miserably on‍‌ the ground.

These‍‌ men, who were‌ nothing more than⁠‍ members of an⁠​ organization, were insufficient​‌​ to stop the‌ sword of the⁠​‍ young man, who⁠ had created his⁠ own world.

“Block‌ the entrance so​‌‍ he can’t get​ in!”

“Attack⁠⁠⁠ him!”

Among‌⁠ the scattered wood‍ splinters.

The‍⁠ blond hair of‌‌‌ the boy fluttered.​

With‌‍ drops of someone’s‌⁠ blood.

Blades​​ glimmered all around‌‍⁠ as the smile⁠ of the rose⁠⁠ rose.

Sharp​ blades aimed at‌⁠ the boy who‍ burst through the‌‍‌ door.

Clang!⁠ Clang! Clang!

Despite⁠⁠​ the attempts of⁠​‍ Jack’s men to‍⁠‌ stop the boy‍‌ with their swords‌‌⁠

The​‍‍ boy’s dazzling counterattack‍​ broke through the‌ rain of attacks‌ and wicked blades.⁠

Compared‌ to the knight‍ who looked like‍​ a wall, his‍ attacks were pathetically​‍⁠ weak.

“Aaah!”‌

“This​⁠ guy is crazy!”‌⁠‌

Vlad‌​‌ was no longer‍‍⁠ someone who used⁠ a half-hearted counterattack.‌

Whenever​‌‍ there was an‌‌ opening, he had‍‍ to seize it.‍​

He​⁠‌ must extend his‍‌‍ sword to pierce.‍​​

Jager‍‌ had said.

Godin​‌ had pierced all‌⁠⁠ of Jorge’s daggers⁠​ with a single​ blow, but Vlad‍‌​ had not been‌‍ able to do‍​​ the same.

However,‌‍​ it would be‌​‌ possible with the​‍ few around him.‌

“Hyaaa!”‍​

The‌ boy’s sword gleamed‌ in an instant.‌‌​

Jack’s‌ lackeys, who lost‍‍⁠ their balance for‌ a moment, simply‌ surrendered, with no‍ way to resist​ their delicate bodies.‌⁠

From‌​​ the tip of⁠ the boy’s sword,‌​‌ the same roses‌‍ that bloomed on‍​ the day they‍ blossomed were dazzlingly‌ displayed.

“Throw​ the nets! Iron‍ nets!”

The​ young man’s energetic‌​​ movements bewildered Jack’s⁠ lackeys.

The​‌ brightly illuminated young⁠ man before them‍​ was not the‌ Vlad they knew.​‍

“Quick!”‌‍⁠

Finally‍​ understanding the situation,⁠⁠ Jack’s lackeys went‍‍ mad, but Vlad​‌ did not move‌​ according to their‍ wishes.

Swish-swish-swish!⁠

From‍⁠ upstairs, from a hallway surrounding the⁠‍ spacious lobby, iron‌ nets were thrown.​‌

Which⁠‍⁠ fell without leaving​‌ space where the‌‌ boy was, but​​ Vlad had already‍ expanded his field​⁠ of vision according​‍ to the advice⁠ of the voice.‍⁠‌

“······!”‍​​

Vlad,‍‌ who detected the​​ malice, closed his​​‍ eyes and quickly⁠ rolled along the⁠ familiar hallway he⁠ had always walked​ through.

It‌​ was always the​‌ lobby where he​​‍ had mischief.

“Too​ fast!”

“We‍‌⁠ can’t reach him⁠ from our side!”‍

Vlad,⁠‍​ who quickly removed‍ the nets and​ skillfully hid behind‌‌ a pillar and‌​‍ moved in the⁠‌⁠ blind spot of⁠ the men, continued‌ to wield his‍​‍ sword towards those‌⁠⁠ who were defenseless.​⁠

“Ugh!”⁠

“That‌​ boy is too‍ fast!”

Although​ Jack’s lackeys tried⁠‍⁠ to erect a wall to stop‍ the nets, it‍​ was already too‍ late.

Vlad’s​ nimble temperament and‌‌⁠ elite training were‍ too much for​‍ Jack’s lackeys to⁠ handle.

The⁠‍ young man was‍ a promise that‌ the prestigious Bayezid⁠‌​ family of the⁠​ north was watching.⁠‌

“Block‍‍⁠ the stairs! There’s‌ only one staircase⁠‌⁠ here!”

“Block​‍‍ firmly and then‍⁠​ make them approach!”​​

“Hold‍ them firmly and⁠​ then make them‌‍​ attack!”

When⁠ the numbers they‌​⁠ had prepared were⁠​⁠ blocked, Jack’s men⁠‌ quickly flocked to​‌ the center stairs.‌‍

One‌ of the basic⁠ common senses of‍‌​ strategy was that​ it was advantageous​​​ to occupy high​‍‍ and narrow places.‌

“······!”‌​

And⁠ this knowledge was​ also known by‌⁠‌ the boy.

Vlad’s⁠‍ eyes lit up​‌ as he saw​​ Jack’s men running⁠ towards the stairs.⁠‍⁠

The‍ key to controlling‌ the battlefield is‍‌ the element of‍ surprise.

Destroy​​​ the enemy unexpectedly‌ and control the‍​ battlefield to trap⁠ the opponent in‌‍​ your world.

If‌​⁠ that were possible,‌‌‌ he could deliver‍ a fatal blow⁠​​ to the opponent.⁠⁠

“What‍ the hell?!”

Vlad⁠⁠‌ quickly ran to⁠ the window at‌‌ the front and​​⁠ tore the ropes​​​ of the large​⁠ curtain hanging in⁠‌ the window.

And⁠⁠⁠ then, naturally holding‍‌‌ the rising rope,​‍⁠ he jumped to‍‍‌ the second floor.‍

It‌​‍ was the curtain‍​​ he had held‌​⁠ for the red-haired​‍ girl.

“The‌‌⁠ madman came flying!”‍⁠⁠

“Grab‍​ the weapons! Go‍⁠⁠ after him!”

Jack’s⁠‍​ men, caught by‌ the boy’s intentions,⁠⁠ tried to build‍‌​ a wall to‍‌ prevent Vlad from‌⁠ escaping, but it​​ was already too⁠⁠ late.

“Is‌⁠ this the best‍‍‌ you can do?!‌ Damn bastards!”

Vlad‌⁠ fiercely shouted as⁠​​ the men attacked⁠⁠​ him.

Although⁠ the blades the⁠ men wielded were⁠ sharp, their direction‌​ was inept.

It‍ would have been‍ much more threatening‌‍ if he were⁠ fighting Jager.

“Argh!”‌‍‍

“Bow!‌⁠ Get the bow!”​‍‍

A few people who‍‍ knew how to​ shoot bows came​⁠​ down from the‍⁠‌ third floor, too‍‍ fast and attacked​​‌ Vlad.

“….!”‍

The‌ first floor is‍‍‌ the lobby, the​​‌ second is the‍‍‌ window.

“Shoot!”⁠

The‍ boy quickly opened‌ the door to​​‍ the room, shielding​​‌ himself from the‌ arrows.

It⁠‍‌ was the room​ door where Anna,⁠⁠‍ who had been⁠‍​ unjustly beaten for‌‍ a short period‌‍‍ of time, was.⁠‍

Tadadadadadad-!‍

The‌ arrows, inevitable in​‌‍ the narrow hallway,​ were blocked by⁠​ the brothel door.⁠‍‌

The​‍​ visit specially ordered‍‍ by Marcella had‍ now been swept‍​​ away by Jack’s⁠ men, but she⁠​​ would forgive him.⁠⁠

“Ugh!”⁠⁠⁠

Vlad‍ pushed Jack’s men,⁠⁠ who hadn’t moved⁠‍‌ out of the‍‌ way yet, towards​‍‌ the open door.‌​‌

The⁠⁠​ men, suddenly caught,‍‌‍ began to struggle.⁠​

“Die!”‍​

“Aaaah!”⁠​

Instead⁠‌‌ of women, men⁠‍​ were being thrown‍‍ onto the bed,‍‍​ pierced by sharp⁠ swords.

One‍⁠ whore per room.‌

Vlad​ obediently followed the‌​⁠ rules of the​​ rose’s smile.

Tadadadadad!⁠

He​‍ slammed the door​‌ shut, blocking the​​ arrows.

To‍ grab someone and‌ stab them.

Repeating⁠⁠ these simple tasks,⁠⁠ Vlad advanced.

Towards‌​ Jack the Maimed‍‍⁠ on the fourth‍ floor.

A short silver candle‍‍​ of 20 only‌‌ gave me a short time to⁠​‌ unleash my lust,‍‌‍ but now no‌‌ one can complain.⁠

The⁠​ men Vlad had‍ put into the‌ room would lie​ on wet beds​ for eternity.

“Up!​​ Up!”

“That‌​ bastard!”

“Is​⁠ that Vlad?”

Having‍⁠⁠ failed to stop‌‌ the boy on⁠‍ the first or‍ second floor, Jack’s​‌​ men ran to⁠​ the third floor.⁠⁠

The​‌‌ initial formation had‌​ long since collapsed.⁠

[He‍‍ must have killed‍ more than twenty‍‍‌ people.]

The​ voice was speechless‌​‌ seeing that the​‌‍ boy was showing⁠ much better movements⁠​‌ than expected.

The​‍‍ talent you have​ is from your‍​ fierce effort and​‍⁠ your strong will‍‍‌ to do it.‌​

The​​ boy had more⁠ talent than anyone⁠ when it came‍⁠ to killing people.‌

“Block​⁠‍ the stairs!”

“Okay,‍‌​ there are no​‍‍ curtains this time!”‌

Jack’s‍‍​ men, who had‌⁠⁠ once again blocked⁠​ the stairs, looked‍ at the boy⁠ with their weapons​⁠‌ raised in what‌ they thought was‌⁠ their last chance.​‌

“Come‍ in, bastard!”

“…Whoa.”‌​​

Vlad,‌ who had been​‍⁠ swinging his sword‍​⁠ nonstop, took a moment to catch⁠ his breath and​ assess the situation.⁠‍‍

Even‌⁠‍ if he had‍‍ his own world,‌⁠ he shouldn’t have⁠ lunged through such⁠​ a narrow space.⁠

“Is​ this it?”

Vlad‌‍ looked up and⁠‌ slowly walked through⁠⁠ the second-floor corridors,‌‍⁠ which were nothing⁠‍⁠ but corpses.

There‍ were traces to‍⁠ find.

“This‌⁠ way!”

Burleigh,‍ his gunner and⁠‌​ superior, was a skilled but lazy​‍​ man by nature.‌​

Perhaps‍‍ that’s why he‌ had a natural‍ talent for inventing​⁠ things on the‍​ fly.

That‍⁠​ paved the way⁠‌ for the boy.‍‌

It⁠‍ was a sign,‍ perhaps, of his‍ final consideration for⁠‍‍ his subordinate.

Kwazik-!⁠‌⁠

“…What?”⁠‍‍

“Why​‍‍ is it pierced?”‌

He‍ had only touched‌‌ the tip of⁠‍⁠ the sword, and‍‌ the ceiling of‍‌‍ the second floor⁠⁠ was pierced.

Burleigh​⁠⁠ repaired it.

Vlad‌‍‌ smiled at Jack’s‌​ men, who were‍‌ still stupidly holding‌ their weapons.

“I’m⁠ going in. Bastards.”‌‌​

“Stop⁠ him!”

“He’s​⁠ going up. He’s⁠⁠‌ going up!”

Drowning⁠⁠‌ out the men’s‌ desperate cries, Vlad⁠ sheathed his sword⁠⁠​ and ran down​⁠ the hallway.

“Stop…!”‍‌‌

Riding​‌‍ the momentum he⁠ gained from there,⁠‌​ he leaped and‌ skillfully placed his‍​ hand on the‍ open hole in​​‍ the floor.

With​ his hands free,⁠ Vlad climbed through‌​​ the hole and​​⁠ managed to draw‍ his sword again.‍⁠‍

“Haa….”‍‍‍

A righteous avenger.

A born killer.

Upon⁠​ reaching the third⁠⁠ floor, Vlad took⁠‍ his time, as‍ if returning home,⁠​ and retrieved the‌‍⁠ water jug from‌‌‌ the brothel.

“…”‍‍‌

Jack’s‌‌ men were taken‍ aback at the⁠‌ sight of Vlad.​

What⁠​ the hell had‍⁠‍ to happen to​ change a man‌ like this?

“Shall⁠ we take a break? I think​⁠‌ I can keep⁠ going.”

“Get⁠⁠‌ the hell out​⁠​ of here…!”

The⁠​‌ boy chuckled, drinking​‌ from the jug’s‍‍‌ mouth.

Jack’s⁠ men panicked as⁠ they watched the⁠‌‌ smile widen with‌ each death.

“Rent‌ must be charged​ for renting the‍​‌ house, damn it.”​

Jack’s⁠ men might have‌‍‌ thought this was‌⁠ their territory, but‍‌​ they were wrong.‍

This‍ was the Smile⁠ of Roses.

It‍⁠​ was a child’s⁠⁠ home.

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