The nobles who caught the bodyguard had finished healing them, they went to the corner of the building laying the bodies of the unconscious people doing their jobs. Some weren’t as fortunate as they had lost their lives during the attack. While the casualties were as much as previous years, all of this could be avoided.

One noble who felt similarly yet didn’t want to admit due to exposing a possible weakness, he expressed his feelings in a way that would seem more appealing to everyone. He gripped his seat, and stood up, using all his courage he had at his disposal.

“Not to be rude or anything, but I’m trying to buy slaves! Can you please do this in your spare time?” The noble shouted across the room, being as polite as possible.

He didn’t want to be rude and become the enemy of the butler. He had witnessed with his two eye’s what he was capable of. And he did not want to be on the receiving end.

“Yeah! You keep doing this shit ever fucking year, I’m getting tired of passing this unacceptable behavior. We are the esteemed customers! We make this possible!”

“Sorry, but I have to send a message to everyone who attempts to break in next time.” He declined, lining the intruders.

“The fuck? You’re the one letting this shit possible!? Motherfucker, stop lying. Fucking bitch!”

Some nobles looked away since they didn’t sign up for this, but either way the old man wanted to do this every year. They knew this was going to happen, for the butler it was like a tradition.

“People die each year because of this! You can’t keep risking the lives of the bodyguard just for your sick sense of fulfillment. Stop playing around!” A young noble argued only to be ignored.

“There’s nothing we can do about it.” An older noble put his hand on his shoulder, calming the other.

“But…!” The young noble wasn’t backing down, yet with one stare from the older one he begrudgingly sat back down.

“I will assure you all that I will make this quick,” he replied to the shouts, smiling.

The old man gathered two more of his subordinates, handing them a sharp object—a sword. The same very sword that the intruders used when breaking in.

“Come on, hurry up!”

“I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say hurry the fuck up!”

“You better clean this spotless!”

“I didn’t sign up for this shit so hurry the fuck up!”

Listening to the shouts, they shook the intruders awake. As the intruders woke up, panic looks were quick to appear. The white hair man glared at the butler with anger. In response, the old man hit the man with the back of the sword.

“Know your position, boy.”

“Fuck you!”

“Ladies and gentlemen! We’ll be giving you all a presentation for those who opposed us!” The old man shouted and raised his sword with the other two butler’s mimicking his actions.

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“Finally, he’s starting.This is by far the worst of the whole experience. If I want to see this then I would go to a public execution.” The teen, who interfered with the bird mask man, said fully used to hearing the same line over and over.

“Please! No!” Shouted one of the companions of the white hair man.

“…” The other closed her eyes, fear was still evident on her face.

“I hate this…yet it will be over…It will be over. My fear will go away once I die. These emotions ready to burst out of my heart will disappear. Take a deep breath. Endure it. Endure it. Endure it. Endure it…haaah. I can’t. I can’t. This is my end?” she continued whispering, her breath quickening.

Putting the swords right next to their necks, they hovered their swords, mocking them. Putting the blade nearer, it made impact with the intruder's neck, blood was slowly dropping.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter to them. How stupid can I be? I always kne—“

As if sawing down a tree, the old man moved the sword cleanly, cutting the white haired man’s head. The same is being done for the other two. Blood gushed out of their body’s, then the blood poured down like a waterfall.

Their body’s fell onto the ground, lifeless. The human beings that once breathed, felt emotions, no longer moved.

Their motive for breaking in?

Their motive for trying to save their companion?

All that didn’t matter in the end.

They all got killed.

They’re all dead.

A puddle of blood formed around the bodies. Most nobles sighed, thankful for it being over. Others gagged, others breath quickened. The ones who killed the intruders held no strong emotion towards, an almost apathetic expression.

Yet, there was an unknown emotion lingering as if reminding them of their actions.

The old man got maids to clean up the job. Unfortunately, most threw up making the process even longer. The butler held the head of the white hair man, eyes wide open. Grabbing him by his hair, the old man threw the head into a trash bag. He disrespected the body of a fallen warrior.

But was he really one?

All had killed innocent people for the sake of saving his companion.

Honorable indeed, yet who is to discard the lives lost today?

Including him and the two girls?

Who is correct?

Who was the good guy?

Truly there wasn’t one.

Only two men fighting for their ideals. Such a short yet memorable battle.

Unfortunately, almost everyone watching the battle couldn’t understand the beauty of it. After all, they have no idea about what the two fighters went through.

They held no attachment, and why would they?

To them, it was just a young man who got too cocky and got himself killed by an experienced fighter. No other thought was put into it.

That’s how a human life got taken away, nobody caring for them.

While their deaths were disregarded by the nobles, they won’t be forgotten.

They will be remembered by those who cared for them.

Even if the deaths of people seem unimportant, there will always be an effect on someone.

No matter how small, there will be one.

But in the end, who really cares?

Nobody knew them at a personal level.

That’s just how things are.

Who really cares if you didn’t feel a strong emotion towards any of them?

“Huh…? Are you crying?”

“Am…I?”