In a village in the territory of the Arazka Kingdom.

Beside the corpse, Sylain was holding his sword while walking toward the villagers.

"Guys, you must be lucky to meet the great bandit king Sylain. I don't like killing innocent people. However, among you some people dare to kill my brothers, so you must hand over the person who killed my brothers to me. Trust me, I'll give him a good time."

With one eye, Sylain looked at every villager, and everyone he saw lowered their heads.

"No one said anything to me? Good!"

Sylain grabbed a villager and swung a sword at his head as he screamed, cried, and begged.

Wusss...!

The headless corpse fell to the ground, and blood spurted out of its neck and covered Sylain's face with blood. The villagers immediately retreated, screaming and terrified.

Among the crowd, a young man lowered his head and his eyes turned cold.

"Damn bandits!" The young man watched from the corner of his eye, looking for a way to escape.

At this time, Sylain grabbe