"FIRST DEATH!"
"CHEER FOR THE SILVER KNIGHT!"
"HELL YEAH!"
Fafnir listened silently as the people cheered for him. They looked extremely happy, seeing a fellow human completely crushed.
However, Fafnir didn't share those emotions with them. Killing a person wasn't something to feel so excited about.
Maybe that woman had a husband, parents, children, or friends, and maybe they had watched as Fafnir killed her brutally. Fafnir wasn't going to show an emotion like excitement in front of them.
That woman had died simply because she stood in his way of winning this competition, not because he loved to kill people. For his master, Fafnir was ready to slaughter even dragons if he could.
He simply crouched, grabbed the woman's core from between her crushed bones and brain matter, and threw it to the front of the gate.
'I will take it after I finish this stage.'
