"Heh," Roy let out a brief chuckle with a worried expression, "M-Master, sorry I didn't hear you properly. Can you come again?"
Master Abraham stood quite a distance away from Roy in a wide area. This was the floor above where the APC was parked. Almost nothing but structural pillars spaced evenly and a ceiling made of similar concrete as everything else around them.
"You heard me right," Master Abraham said, holding a thin, long baton. "Try your best to kill me."
Roy held the netherstone dagger with both hands and his legs wide open.
"A… Are you sure?"
Master Abraham nodded slightly and put a hand behind his back, facing Roy vertically. His beautiful (fake) blonde hair blew with the calm breeze.
"As of this moment, I am an F-Class Executioner... who wants to kill you," he answered, his tone sounding nothing short of serious.
Roy took a large gulp.
