The longsword pierced through his chest, and Achisto's voice choked in his throat.
The High Priest of the 'Inland River Cult' stared with wide eyes, looking down at the blood-stained longsword.
"No!
Lord Hamlet, no!
It's not like this!"
Achisto murmured.
But the outcome would not change.
Ripples stirred up once more behind him as the longsword was about to be withdrawn.
Achisto grasped the blade with one hand.
"Lord Hamlet, this is not my fault!
It's all Toran's fault!
I just naively believed the villain's slander!"
Achisto explained desperately.
However, the longsword had no hesitation.
The blade trembled slightly.
The next moment, fingers and palms flew into the air, and Achisto's chest was ripped open with a huge gash.
Pff!
Blood spurted out.
A figure fell to its knees.
"Lord Hamlet, you promised me, you had promised me!"
The kneeling Achisto's voice rose from a low to a high pitch.
Then, it abruptly stopped.
