Chapter 86: Pew Pew
Anderson turned his head with a strained smile, the searing pain twisting his face before he let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Rhythmic gunshots painted Anderson’s body with blossoming crimson flowers, his body swaying like a broken kite.
“Bang! Bang!”
Mines pulled the trigger gracefully.
Each shot from the magic firearm was powerful enough to shatter bone, and she aimed for Anderson’s limbs, then his ribs, spreading the pain throughout his body, assaulting his nervous system…
“Master’s orders were to find Miss Angel and protect her, but Master didn’t specify how to deal with those who threaten Miss Angel.”
Mines approached with a smile, the cold barrel of the gun pressed against Anderson’s greasy forehead, then sliding down to aim at his crotch.
“What are you doing?! Wait! We can talk about this!”
Anderson was terrified, but he couldn’t stop the girl before him. “You crazy bitch! Do you know who I am?! You dare touch me—aghhhhh!!!”
Aiming carefully, she fired, obliterating the target.
Mines expertly kicked the bloody mess aside with her boot, her pale face seemingly flushed from the act.
As if unaware of the horror of her actions, she said calmly, “I don’t think you’ll be needing this anymore, so I’ll dispose of it for you…”
“Ugh… aghhhhhhh! Aghhhhh!”
Anderson gasped, clutching his bleeding crotch, blood gushing down his leg, pooling on the floor.
Like a monthly visitor, Anderson would likely be spending the rest of his life squatting.
He couldn’t use magic.
With shattered bones and blood loss, he couldn’t muster the concentration to cast a spell.
He couldn’t even scream anymore, barely clinging to life.
Remaining conscious was a torment, the pain relentless, like a knife twisting in his wounds.
And he had dozens of such wounds, all thanks to Mines.
“You… you…”
Anderson had never experienced such a brutal and unreasonable attack, defeated before he could even use his Judge’s abilities.
And she had done it with just a single, unique weapon?
Anderson couldn’t accept this, a special professional defeated by mundane magic technology, how ironic.
“Don’t worry, take your time.”
Mines murmured, glancing at the horrified Angel, then walking over and handing her the Desert Eagle-like magic gun.
“His life is yours to decide, Miss Angel… that’s what Master ordered.”
“Thank you.”
Unsure if she should thank Mines, she did it anyway.
Angel gripped the gun, her finger on the trigger, her expression complex as she looked at the twitching Anderson on the floor.
He was bleeding from his mouth, his mind clouded, his previous lust and greed replaced by a helpless, animalistic fear.
She had never killed anyone, and didn’t know how to. Mines had set an example, but could she kill him with a single shot?
“Master said you don’t have to kill him, it’s your decision, Miss Angel,” Mines added, fueling the fire.
“I understand, Lena wants me to take this first step.”
Angel nodded slightly, trying to convince herself, then aimed the gun…
“Y-you can’t kill me… if you kill me… the Cavendish family will be cursed…”
“Bang!”
Smoke rose from the barrel.
Angel had killed the man who had tried to assault her, without hesitation, clean and swift.
But after lowering the gun, her face was pale, no sense of revenge or satisfaction, only lingering sorrow.
She returned the gun to Mines, then took her hand, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “Miss Mines, do you remember how you felt the first time you took a life?”
“Me?”
Mines paused, her delicate, downcast eyebrows seeming to speak, tugging at one’s heartstrings.
“The first time I killed… hmm, it was so long ago, I have to think…”
After a moment of contemplation, she said, “I remember, one night when I was ten, I strangled a man who tried to assault me with my stockings and panties… just like Miss Angel’s situation just now. Looking at my bloodstained hands, I suddenly felt like a scared child… hehe, although I was just a child back then.”
She tapped the gun, the deadly weapon disappearing in a flash of light. Then she smiled faintly.
“But thinking about it, if I had chosen to submit, or to run away, I would have been the one who suffered. Master probably wanted Miss Angel to understand this. As the weak, we must understand our place to survive in this world…”
“Is experiencing death the only way to learn?” Angel’s long-held beliefs wavered.
“Yes, Miss Angel. If you don’t learn, you’ll suffer greatly.”
Mines glanced at the motionless Anderson, miming a gunshot with her fingers, her lips moving silently. “Pew pew.”
A puff of air shot out from her fingertip, hitting Anderson’s head, his skull exploding in a gruesome display.
After finishing him off, she said, “Let’s go find Master, she must be waiting.”
“Lena!”
The name was like a shot of adrenaline, lifting Angel’s spirits.
“Where is Lena now?!” Angel asked urgently, suddenly wanting to see that person, the woman who always seemed so in control.
Mines shook her head slightly. “Master is probably still confronting Prince Moore. On my way here, I met Professor Witch from the Necromancy Department and a professor with water-blue hair, they’re both heading there. Also, Princess Diana is summoning the Imperial Guard, preparing to surround this place… who is the hunter, and who is the prey, hehehe…”
“What’s going on? Why is Lena confronting Prince Moore? Is Lena in danger?”
Angel, caught in the middle, was completely confused, like the world had turned upside down overnight. “And my sister, where is she…?”
Seeing this, Mines patiently explained everything to Angel:
“Your sister is doing something great, let’s talk as we walk, Miss Angel. With your intelligence, it won’t be difficult to understand.”
