At this moment, the fat man was already trembling uncontrollably, terrorized by the roaring Blood Extinguisher in his mind.
Yet, his will to survive was remarkably strong. As long as there was the slightest glimmer of hope, as long as it wasn't the end, as long as he wasn't dead, he wouldn't give up on living. He wouldn't abandon his chance to taint and revel in the beauty of the world with his filth.
"Hey! I'm warning you! You... monster... Don't come any closer! Do you hear me?" The fat man's voice was shaky as he gripped Walnut's throat, inching backward.
"You... you beast! You're the princess's bodyguard, aren't you? I'm telling you, back off! Otherwise... otherwise, I'll kill her!"
His fear had driven him to madness, his mind incapacitated by a horrifying reality, leading him to believe that this boy was the princess's "knight," an absurd joke.
The man kept retreating in a panic, seemingly regarding the girl in his grasp as a shield.
