"Troublesome." With a curse, Azrael immediately woke up, startled by the sudden agonizing screams echoing outside.
In a flash, he dispelled Maiden Skin and called forth Truth Seeker. His fingers had wrapped tightly around his scythe, ready to fight at any moment.
'Can't I get a few hours of peace?' Suppressing another curse, he quickly exited the old village house he had been sleeping in, taking caution to not be too loud.
His eyes swept over the area. The sun was beginning to show itself from the horizon, and in turn, the swaying golden grass was beginning to reflect the light off it.
'There is no way I imagined it. I can be insane, but not that much.' He thought, climbing upon the roof of the house, gaze searching for the source of the screaming.
At last, he witnessed the culprit—a man was running for his life. The color of his face was flushed red, veins all over it bulging as he ran with everything he had.
