Capital Attentar (II)

With his shared mischievous grin, he made it clear to me the meaning of his words, what he really meant by that. Something that made me infinitely angry.

I was practically a child still, a young man who is just entering his stage as a teenager, someone who has not spoken to other people besides just my two subordinates. Despite that, despite all that and even having no memories, I was not a fool, no, far from it, even with my lack of experience in the world I could easily guess his intentions, possibly the former me being a noble had seen all the atrocities in the world.

"Pretty face" and "Would you like to have some fun with us?" sounded suddenly in my already deteriorating mind, unknowingly causing a murderous aura, no, an aura of Death itself, the Intent of Death.