"No!!"
"Help!!!"
"Please, spare me! I'll do anything for you, I'll work like a beast of burden if I have to!"
"I—I'll give you all my money! However much you want!!"
High in the air, the Marleyan officers wept as they fell.
They didn't want to die. Not at all.
They still wanted to live comfortably, to enjoy the good life back in Marley.
Using Eldians as their slaves, squeezing them dry, bullying them for sport.
Whenever they wanted to do something, all they had to do was head to the internment zone.
As long as they saw Eldians wearing those white armbands, they could do whatever they wanted to them.
Even stone them to death, or pour urine over their heads.
Even rape a pretty woman passing by and make her pregnant with their child—no one would care.
Even kidnap children, hook out their organs with iron hooks, and scatter them on the ground—no one would care.
There would always be someone to speak up for them.
There would always be someone to clean up afterward.
And those people… would never dare to do anything to them.
The law existed to protect them.
So it didn't matter how much they did as they pleased.
Even if those stupid-to-the-point-of-death Eldians got angry, so what?
Even if they clenched their fists and wanted to kill them, so what?
Could they actually do it?
They couldn't.
They never could.
The Eldians must never be wiped out!
Otherwise, just what was he supposed to ride when he went out at night?
"Please, let me go!"
"Daddy!! Daddy!!"
"Lord Roger! We're begging you!!"
They screamed and sobbed.
In midair,
they plummeted downward.
They hadn't had nearly enough of that cushy life yet!
They didn't want to die!!
So they begged Roger with everything they had.
Roger hovered in the sky,
watching them.
Suddenly,
something came to mind.
He abruptly drove the winged Jaw-Armored Titan downward, catching most of them in his claws.
But there were still a few he didn't manage to catch.
They slammed straight into the ground.
Their screams cut off in an instant as their bodies shattered.
Skulls cracked open—dead beyond any doubt.
The Marleyan officers Roger had saved, watching their comrades die before their eyes, hurriedly straightened their hats and nervously tugged at their pants.
From sheer terror, more than a few of them had lost control of their bowels.
They'd already soiled themselves.
Once he had climbed to a safe height, Roger dropped them.
They hit the ground hard. They ended up black-and-blue from the fall, but at least they were still alive.
"Thank you! Thank you for your immense kindness!"
"I'll never forget this for as long as I live!!"
"I'm willing to do anything for you!!"
They kowtowed frantically.
To Roger, their sincerity was a joke.
Turn over a new leaf?
Heh.
"Fuu—"
The winged Jaw-Armored Titan folded its wings and dipped its head toward them in a mock show of respect.
And sure enough, they fell for it.
They stood there staring, dazed.
An instant later, Roger canceled his transformation and stood on the ground.
They saw what he really looked like, saw how young he was.
"Ah, so he's just some brat?"
"What the hell…"
"I thought he'd be some terrifying fiend."
"Hey!! Brat!! Roger, you little brat!!"
"I'm ordering you to take us back to Marley right now!"
"You hear me?!"
Seeing that Roger was young and outwardly polite, they immediately showed their true, ugly faces and started swaggering again.
Roger smiled, walking toward them with a deferential air.
"Yes, sir."
He bent down.
The closest and most arrogant Marleyan officer thought he'd won, and a smug grin spread across his face.
He swept his gaze around.
See? I tamed this raging beast called Roger.
But in the next second, his expression changed. His lips started to tremble.
"You…"
He stared at Roger in disbelief, then toppled over like a dog.
Roger crouched down with him and shoved something wet and stringy into his hands.
"Is this what you were looking for?"
Roger asked with narrowed, smiling eyes.
The Marleyan officer's face went chalk white, filled with sheer terror.
Because the wet, rope-like mess he had just accepted in his hands—
Was his own small intestine from inside his belly!
And his stomach had been completely split open by the sharpened claws of Roger's hand!
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
He screamed, clutching his own intestines and not daring to let go.
But the more he screamed, the more his blood gushed out.
Before long, still cradling his guts, he died from massive blood loss.
"Urgh!!"
The other Marleyan officers were utterly broken by the scene before them. They now fully understood the gulf between themselves and Roger, and every one of them dropped to their knees, banging their heads against the stone pavement.
Thud! Thud! Thud!!
Each impact sounded harder than the last, until blood was smeared on the ground.
Squatting there, Roger wiped his hands on the dead man's clothes. In a relaxed tone, like he was telling a casual joke after a meal, he spoke to the kneeling Marleyan officers in front of him:
"A long time ago. At the edge of the internment zone, two Marleyan officers on patrol turned up dead. Back then, a little boy whose intestines had been torn out by hunting dogs was accused of murder. His whole family—his sister, his father, his mother—were all banished to this island. They never even got the chance to explain.
"But actually… those two pieces of scum were killed by me. He told me to take revenge, to live on and avenge them no matter what. I remembered that. And today, I've kept that promise."
Hearing this, the Marleyan officers began to hate that meddling colleague of theirs from the bottom of their hearts—that idiot who'd had nothing better to do than kill those kids.
"We're so sorry!!"
"We deeply regret what happened to your friend!"
"But that had nothing to do with us!"
"We're kind, decent Marleyans!"
"We always help Eldians, honestly!"
"Y-Yes, that's right! I remember, a few years ago, I helped a pair of twin siblings. I let them see the airships they wanted to see most, bought them ice cream, and then sent them home. Oh, oh! They even called me 'uncle' so sweetly and waved goodbye to me!!"
Hearing this, Roger suddenly seemed to remember something.
But that Marleyan officer latched on to it like a drowning man to a lifeline. Still on his knees, he shuffled over to Roger and held out half of a photograph.
In the photo, sure enough, was a sleazy-looking him, with an arm around a pair of twin children. The kids held up their hands in a V-sign.
Only, their smiles were stiff and forced. Their hair was a mess, and there were still tear tracks on their faces that hadn't dried.
"See? This is me…" he said hastily. "It's just that something scraped it back on the airship just now, so only half the photo's left…"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Roger looked at him, expressionless.
He reached into the officer's uniform, slowly rummaging through his inner pocket—and, almost miraculously, pulled out the other half of the photograph.
In that instant, the officer's expression collapsed, and he began to shake, desperately edging backward.
Roger grabbed him by the shoulder and pressed the two pieces of the photograph together.
And there, in the lower half of the picture—
The brother and sister were shown with their clothes stripped away, their bodies marked by brutal abuse. The girl bore all the signs of unspeakable violation, and the boy was bound and tormented with cruel instruments.
Heh…
This guy.
This piece of scum.
He was nothing but a filthy, rotten, stinking child-abusing cur.
"I'm going to make you wish you were dead!!!"
Roger's fury finally erupted. He grabbed the Marleyan officer by the hair in one fist and dragged him along the ground, hauling him toward one particular place, leaving a long smear of blood behind—
Dragging him down into a personal eighteenth level of hell that belonged to him alone!!
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