"Tsk. Kevin, just get out of the way already. We told you we'd cooperate, but we didn't agree to sharing our food with some filthy injured commoners."
He pointed past me, at the dead woman.
"I mean, just look at her. She was blind, so even if we survive this somehow, she's just going to walk over a ditch and crack her head open. Killing her is a blessing."
How...?
I've always lived my life thinking someone could be saved. Even though my grandpa was a traitor... I believed in his ideologies.
No one deserved to die, since if they did die, they could never repent for all the bad stuff they did.
But how can I just stand here and let someone like this be...? If I beat him up and then move aside, he'll just recover and do the same again. He might even do worse.
I tightened my grip over my blade and took a step forward. The noble's eyes widened slightly, but the previously arrogant smirk soon returned.
