"Well then," I said, cracking my knuckles. "Let's quickly deal with this pig."
"W-Wait! I'll give you money! If you want, slaves prettier than that girl! Just name your price!"
Heney scrambled backward, his eyes darting desperately between me and the corpse of his butler. All he could do was offer everything he had to survive.
If he could just survive, he could recover everything—revenge, butlers, money, all of it.
I paused, hand hovering mid-air.
"Oh…"
Heney's eyes lit up. Look at that, he thought. True to his commoner nature, he's considering it at the mention of money. I should have done this from the beginning.
Poor bastard.
He had it all wrong. He mistook me for a greedy commoner mercenary.
If he knew my real identity—if he knew he was trying to bribe the heir of Count Ashborne, a family that possessed more wealth in their armory than Heney had in his entire lineage—he would have never dared to even think of sending assassins to my place.
