In the time I spent on Earth, I hadn't killed so much as a chicken, let alone a person. In fact, I hadn't even tasted meat.
It wasn't because I was a "don't-kill-chickens, they have feelings too" kind of guy. I knew humans are omnivorous and need meat for nutrition.
It was just that the mere sight of flesh and blood made my stomach ache.
But after seeing so many gory incidents in the memories of the beast gods, I had somewhat gotten used to it. Still, I wasn't sure I was ready to kill someone.
However, my doubt was cleared when I beheaded the kidnapper without a second thought. My sword didn't waver for even a moment, and as I stared down at the severed head on the ground, what I felt was...
Absolutely nothing.
There was no fear, guilt, or regret. It was like killing an annoying mosquito that keeps buzzing in your ear.
"W-who is he?" the kidnapper-two stammered, completely terrified.
