The Most Terrifying Thing Is Humans

Everyone in the underworld is abnormal.

It's often thought of as a world without any normal people.

While there are certainly many unusual aspects, in reality most people like Finn are just in it to make money.

It's simply that their aptitude wasn't for tilling fields, sewing clothes, or building houses, but rather for shady work.

Well, that said, engaging in shady business still deserves criticism.

However, very rarely, truly dangerous individuals do exist.

People who find pleasure in hurting others, or who have abnormal proclivities.

The boy in front of her gave off the same scent as those types.

"How cruel to call it an act. I'm just a visually impaired person, as I appear to be."

"An ordinary visually impaired boy would be a bit more frightened in a situation like this. And you haven't even tried to hide the smell of blood."

The accompanying woman grabbed a nearby knife and attacked.

Finn kicked her right foot up toward the woman's jaw.

The woman flew back dramatically and stopped moving.

She wanted to finish her off, but taking her eyes off the boy wasn't wise.

The boy clapped his hands together.

"Wonderful. You seem to have considerable skill."

"So, what are you? You're obviously the master of this house."

"Ah, pardon my late introduction. I am Polint Pars, head of the Baron Pars household."

"I don't care about that. You know I wasn't asking for your name, right?"

"How lonely that you won't give yours after I've introduced myself. Well, never mind. Once I've cut off your limbs, I'll pickle you in salt and we can spend time together until you die. Stuffing you might be nice too."

A chill ran down her spine. Disgusting.

A serial pleasure killer at this age.

If left unchecked, he would become a great calamity.

"Many nobles have strange hobbies, but yours is exceptional. Were you trying to start an assassin's guild by gathering those half-baked people?"

"I had them undergo various training, but unfortunately they couldn't match a genuine article like yourself. Ah well, I'll have to gather them again. It's quite difficult, you know? Oh, I know, would you switch sides if I paid you?"

"Sorry, but I'll pass on a workplace where I might get stabbed in the back at any moment. And there won't be a next time for you. Of all things, making a move on the princess. Quite the brazen stunt."

Polint let out a suppressed chuckle.

This might be the first time she'd seen someone whose appearance and inner nature were so different.

Perfect for making others let their guard down thinking he was weak, then stabbing them from behind.

The type of good-natured person like Yohane would probably fall for it. In that sense too, she wanted to eliminate him here.

"Actually, Princess Tianis and I are the same age. I caught a glimpse of her back when I could still see, and she was truly beautiful. I want to strip her naked and display her in my room forever. Even without sight, I can tell her shape by touch."

"Ugh."

She never imagined the reason for targeting royalty was lust.

From Finn's perspective as someone who completely compartmentalized assassination as a job, she was simply speechless.

"How harsh. I only answered because you asked."

"That's rich coming from someone who was itching to talk. Talking to you is making me lose my mind. I'll ask just one last thing. Who's supporting you?"

No matter how abnormal the boy in front of her was, someone must have helped train him after he lost his sight.

Otherwise he shouldn't even be able to move properly.

There was also a possibility that person had manipulated him into attacking the princess.

"You can figure out even that? Amazing. It's true someone did take care of me when I was in despair. But they disappeared after completing basic training. They said 'do as you please.'"

So they turned a visually impaired noble heir into an assassin and then washed their hands of it.

Was the goal social chaos, or perhaps a grudge against the Kingdom?

Continuing to talk would only make her feel increasingly unpleasant.

She laughed bitterly at the thought that she, of all people, was playing the villain slayer.

"Let me teach you something good. The price of living as you please costs dearly."

She held short swords in both hands and took a step forward.

This one was clearly different from the other small fry.

He must have some means of combat.

A strand of her bangs was cut.

In that instant, she threw herself to the ground.

The furniture and door behind her were torn apart and blown away.

"How did you dodge that? Did you actually see it and then evade? If so, I'm impressed."

"Who knows? Maybe because you're just slow?"

Straining her eyes, she could see thin lines extending faintly from Polint's hands. They were reflecting the light.

This was steel wire technique.

Specially processed steel threads stretched thin and equipped on both hands, then swung around.

The technique was difficult to master, and mistakes could result in cutting oneself, so few people used it.

But its effectiveness was tremendous, and a skilled practitioner could reportedly cut through armor.

At the very least, Polint seemed to be handling it properly.

A formidable enemy. She clicked her tongue involuntarily. She would demand plenty of compensation from Yohane later.

"This might be my first time playing with my prey. Please entertain me."

Polint swung both arms to the side.

Doing so caused the room's lights to be extinguished by the steel wires.

The unconscious woman got caught up in it too, but he didn't seem to care.

The room went pitch black, and her vision was cut off.

In this situation, the opponent who was normally sightless had the advantage.

Finn closed her eyes and concentrated on her hearing.

Until her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she would rely on the sound of the opponent's clothes rustling and the sound of the steel wires cutting through air.

She couldn't rely much on her nose due to the woman's blood.

The moment she sensed even the slightest sign, she would move and dodge the steel wires.

A single touch would be fatal.

"I wonder how long you'll last."

"Let me teach you: a hunter who licks their lips before their prey is third-rate."