The six men froze, their eyes twitching as the chilling cadence of Arthur's Korean words rolled over them like winter thunder.
They didn't understand the language. They didn't need to.
His tone alone told them everything they needed to know: Death.
One of the braver men, a burly enforcer with a crooked nose, barked, "You're insane, stranger. Do you know where you are? This is the Holy City."
Arthur didn't blink.
"That wasn't my question, was it?" he said quietly, voice stripped of emotion.
The man's face twisted into a sneer. "You dare not only kill, but threaten a servant of the Sacred Order?"
Arthur suppressed a scoff, lowering his gaze and flicking the blood off the dagger.
"Ah," he muttered, stepping forward. "It seems I was the fool for trying to speak as a man before a beast."
The burly man stepped back warily. "If you dare attack, the holy knights will strike you down."
In a blink, Arthur vanished and reappeared behind them in a crouched stance.
