When Dante had asked that question, Gabriel had naturally frozen in his steps. Meanwhile, Dante slowly picked himself up as well.
The two stood about fifteen feet apart as they locked gazes together. Dante's large chest rose and fell heavily due to their intense clash from moments earlier.
He stared at Gabriel with an expectant gaze, waiting to hear his answer.
Gabriel's expression did not falter even for a second. With a calm look on his face, he spoke in a firm voice.
"I killed both of them."
His voice traveled far and wide.
Even Geoffrey, who had woken up moments later, was shocked. His face was swollen, one eye closed completely, and his pupils trembled violently.
"K k killed... he killed the youngest lord?" Goosebumps rose across his entire body.
All this time, he had believed the otherworlders and guards were bluffing. But hearing it directly from the boss of the camp erased every remaining doubt in his mind.
