They all call me Great Master

Moon Shadow, White Robe.

The moment they saw the two figures standing in front of the 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College', Jimte and Kalal immediately stopped in their tracks.

Under the moonlight, white was supposed to be pure.

However, Jimte and Kalal could smell the scent of blood.

Faint, yet lingering persistently.

Just like a nightmare at midnight.

Or perhaps...

The evil spirit at your bedside.

It watches you in your sleep, listens to your breathing, and extends its cold sharp claws starting from the top of your head, brushing past your hair, forehead, nose bridge, lips, and chin.

Then, it grips your throat.

In your sleep, you are suddenly attacked.

An instant awakening.

You are terrified.

You are suffocating.

You want to resist, but you are powerless.

And this makes it laugh heartily, opening its mouth to tear at the flesh on your face. When you tremble in pain, the sound of flesh tearing resonates naturally in your ears, intermixed with sounds of sucking. Blood makes it even more excited, no longer satisfied with this flesh, it then targets your eyes, nose, and ears.

As the sound of crunching echoes, death begins to descend.

And you stop resisting.

You no longer have the strength to resist.

But its game continues.

This time, it targets your internal organs.

The pain of being disemboweled and having your heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys pulled out causes you to emit a final moan before death, a moan that satisfies it.

Jimte and Kalal quickly shook their heads.

The two of them instantly shook off the illusion that almost made them feel like they were there.

'Secret technique?

Talent?'

They speculated, their eyes unwaveringly fixed on the two figures in front of them.

The white robes that were supposed to be white appeared blood-stained in their eyes, as if countless souls were wailing, staining the robe with the despair of their last moments.

Jimte immediately laughed.

A warm and shy smile.

"Gentlemen, we mean no offense.

We will leave right away."

Saying this, Jimte pulled Kalal, who was visibly excited, to start retreating.

The 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College' is indeed a good hiding place.

But it doesn't mean it has to be the 'St. Joan of Arc Girls' College'.

They had other options.

There's no need to foolishly fight the two 'killing demons' in front of them.

That's right!

Killing demons!

Jimte finally recognized the origins of the strange beings in front of him—killing demons, a type of man-made monster with high talent but twisted, infused with bloodthirsty, violence, and cruelty.

Moreover, these were man-made monsters.

Only by having their personality twisted from an early age and living among people for a long time, separating the twisted personality to create a normal one, and then encountering distortion again, causing killings, can these monsters be born.

Such man-made monsters don't need to learn any secret techniques and can grow stronger over time.

As for the ritual?

Their experiences are the perfect ritual.

Most importantly, this ritual can be repeated.

Each repetition makes these monsters exponentially stronger.

Just like Jack the Ripper at the beginning of the Silver Age!

He only hunted five innocents.

But his power soared from obscurity, then, upon becoming Alaka, Great Akali, and an Entrant, awakened three exceedingly fitting talents.

And upon ascending the step, awakened the terrifying ability of 'Blood Cross', which can influence others' minds.

If he hadn't disappeared on his own at the end, the newly begun 'Silver Age' would have ended abruptly.

Some say a brave person took him down.

But the latter is just a rumor; no one has definitive proof.

Many even believe it's merely a bard's tale after a night of drinking.

But no matter what, Jimte wanted nothing to do with 'killing demons'.

However, Kalal was different.

With his eyes shining, Kalal's hand was already instinctively on his sword hilt—

He felt the two targets in front of him were worth striking down.

If I take down these two guys...

He might quickly ascend step.

Unconsciously, Kalal licked his lips, his eyes filled with excitement, bloodthirstiness, and...

Brutality.

A faint layer of crimson covered Kalal under the moonlit night, as if he was wearing a red raincoat.

While pulling Kalal along, Jimte nearly cursed.

What could be worse than encountering one 'killing demon'?

Naturally, encountering two.

But what could be worse than encountering two killing demons?

It's realizing your supposedly normal companion is also a killing demon.

Jimte never thought Kalal could be a killing demon.

Clearly, he seemed very normal.

Though he disguised himself with arrogance and disdain, inside he was sharp, intelligent, and had outstanding swordsmanship…

Thinking this, sweat dripped from Jimte.

The more he thought, the more Jimte felt Kalal was like a killing demon.

Not just Kalal, but even himself.

'Impossible!

Impossible!

How could I have my personality twisted from a young age?

My aunt loves me!'

Jimte reaffirmed in his heart, gripping Kalal's arm slightly harder.

Kalal was momentarily stunned.

Then, he sobered up.

He looked somewhat regretfully at the two figures in front.

If not for adults, he would have definitely slain these two guys.

The two of them kept retreating.

One smiling warmly and gently, the other with eyes full of regret but gaze firm.

This scene made Amy and Shara think they ran into lunatics.

'Are these the ones the boss wants to find?

They seem odd.

Did they hurt their brains?'

Amy thought inwardly, looking at Kalal with an unfriendly gaze—she unconsciously wanted to give Kalal a low blow.

The soft-natured Shara kept her head slightly down, afraid to look at Kalal, let alone Jimte; she always felt Jimte was more terrifying, like a smiling tiger, similar to Woolter.

Woolter...

Thinking of this name, Shara's breathing became somewhat heavy.

She naturally twisted her neck, leading her body.\\p>

Crack, crack.

In the crunching of joints, her gaze involuntarily fixed on Jimte.

She wanted to cut off Jimte's limbs, pull out his heart, and touch the warmth there.

Jimte noticed Shara's gaze, feeling secretly alarmed, yet still maintaining the smile on his face, while the two daggers hidden in the shadows were already targeting Amy and Shara.

He was always so compelled.

But Amy still maintained clarity.

She soothed her traumatized friend, speaking softly—

"Don't forget what the boss instructed."

Upon hearing that lady, Shara immediately sobered up.

She nodded repeatedly, then timidly shrunk behind Amy, like a frightened quail.

This scene made alarm bells ring in Jimte's heart.

How many times has this woman been distorted?

Jimte wondered to himself, the two daggers targeting Shara.

However, the two daggers didn't shoot out.

Because—

"Cassandra Credos invites you two."