Staring at the head that had fallen to the ground, the Knight silently straightened up.
He sheathed his knight sword and lowered his head in a mont of silence for a few seconds.
Regardless, he couldn't bring himself to hate soone like this.
If not for being bound by his mission, even against an enemy, torturing prisoners was sothing he would never willingly do.
Samuel's mouth hung open in an O-shape as he looked left, then right.
Then he started clapping rapidly.
Ooh, that was spectacular.
He ca to the right place, alright.
This was exactly what he wanted to see.
The Knight didn't hear the applause at all. He raised his hand, lightly pounding his right fist against his left chest.
Then, without a second glance, he turned and left.
He still needed to find his next target.
Not everyone in this city could be his target. He had to locate the key "nodes."
That wasn't easy.
The only information he had was this: the so-called "nodes" were the people with the deepest impressions in the mories that made up Leyand Town.
But when it ca to events from a hundred years ago, who could have deep impressions of certain people, how many such people there were, and what kind of people they were—no one could say for sure.
All that was certain was that these "nodes" had to be "locals" of the town, not "outsiders."
Beyond that, he had no other information.
His mission was to make one of the "nodes" in this ritual bow from the heart before the ritual ended.
Any one would do—as long as it was just one.
The clanking of armor echoed as the Knight walked further and further away.
Samuel stayed crouched in place, tilting his head as he studied the head.
Resting his chin on one hand, he stared at this "dying with eyes wide open" head.
Soon, he reached out and picked the head up from the ground.
He stood up, holding the head by the hair with one hand, carefully examining it. He didn't even mind that blood was still dripping from the half-neck below.
Samuel extended his other hand, raised it high, and gave the head in his grasp a firm slap.
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out.
There was no scene like a waterlon being smashed, nor any other gory spectacle. When Samuel pulled his clasped hands apart, a flat, round DVD had sohow appeared in his grasp.
"Hmm."
Samuel pinched the DVD, letting out a soft hum.
"Let see what could make you hold on so stubbornly..." he said with a smile.
He casually tossed the DVD above his head, and it spun rapidly as it flew upward.
*The Lunatic's World Travel Guide* appeared above Samuel's head, the book closed with its cover facing down.
Whoosh.
The DVD spun like a circular throwing knife, slicing into the Travel Guide's cover.
Then, like a disc being inserted into a DVD drive, it spiraled its way fully inside.
The Travel Guide slowly descended, landing in Samuel's hands.
"Huff... huff... ha..." Panting sounds ca from behind. Samuel turned around and saw Falson, who had finally caught up.
Samuel had teleported away earlier, and Falson had no idea where he'd gone.
But after two days of traveling together, he'd learned about Samuel's love for sticking his nose into commotion, so he decisively headed toward the source of the loudest noise—right here.
"Yo." Samuel dispelled Psychological Invisibility and raised his hand in greeting. "Your physical fitness is pretty terrible, you know. You need to exercise more."
Samuel, who could directly alter muscle and organ structure, made this remark without any irony.
"Ha... ha..." Falson rested his hands on his knees, bent over, gasping for air. "It's your speed that's ridiculous..."
He didn't think his physical fitness was all that bad.
As soone who sotis had to work over a dozen jobs in a single day, even if his fitness didn't qualify as "beast mode," it could at least be rated "top-tier."
On top of that, with the extraordinary ability of "Navigator," he was even faster.
While "Navigator" didn't directly add much speed, he had been figuring out a new way to use his ability while traveling.
He applied a "force" to assist his movents.
When lifting his leg, he applied a diagonal upward force to his knee; when landing, he applied a diagonal downward force to his foot.
That made him much faster.
Once he improved his precision with the ability, he planned to figure out how to apply this technique to every muscle.
Though it was obviously out of reach for now.
"It's not really a speed issue." Samuel, who had teleported away and left Falson behind, chuckled. "It's just that you missed out on a really interesting little story."
"A little story?" Falson turned to look at the body nearby—missing one hand and one leg—and couldn't help but frown.
Even though he'd arrived a bit late, his enhanced ears had caught the agonizing screams from far away.
Combined with the clearly tortured body, Falson wasn't stupid. He could guess roughly what had happened.
He didn't recall Samuel being the type to enjoy others' suffering like so super villain.
Seeing that Falson had misunderstood, Samuel waved his hand cheerfully.
"It's not that," he explained with a smile.
"A humble little nobody staying true to himself in the face of overwhelming power, choosing death over submission—that's incredibly entertaining, isn't it?"
"I see." Falson nodded. "That is indeed... a comndable spirit."
After a mont's hesitation, he still couldn't bring himself to refer to soone's death as "entertaining" like Samuel did.
"So? Wanna take a look with ?" Samuel waved the Travel Guide.
"Look at what?" Falson asked, puzzled.
"To see what this guy's whole deal is," Samuel explained.
He briefly explained the situation of the city to Falson.
"That's about it."
"Aren't you curious? Why the owner of this mory gave this Bard such a persona?" Samuel asked with a grin.
"I'm really curious about what kind of image this Bard had in the heart of this mory's owner."
"So? Wanna check it out together?" Samuel extended the invitation.
"Alright, I'll take a look too." Falson nodded.
The System had told him that for a Law Seeker, the most important thing was their own heart.
Whatever that heart was—whether greed or justice—none of it mattered. What mattered was how firmly a Law Seeker could hold onto their "heart."
So he was also curious to see what kind of person would rather die than bow under torture that involved having limbs severed.
He definitely couldn't do it himself. Give him a couple of slaps, and he'd spill everything.
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