His Angel of Vengeance
His lips trembled as he asked, “If I cut them off, can I stay? I can do anything—bodyguard, driver, or even a servant. As long as I can see you from a distance every day, that’ll be enough for me.”
I stepped down hard on his right hand. The blade came down instantly, slicing three fingers from his left hand. The severed fingers trembled slightly in the pool of blood, like small boats adrift in a sea of suffering.
“It seems like you weren’t listening carefully. You’ve been expelled from the Medici family. So…” I paused, my voice turning cold. “Get out. Where you go, I don’t care.”
With that, I walked out of the hall. The elders followed behind me one after another.
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