"P-please! Please! Spare me!" Mr. Ronald pleaded on his knees, rubbing his hands together. There were tears in his eyes, and fear could be clearly seen on his face. "I-I will give you everything! T-take all my money! You can even have my slaves! They are quite useful; you can sell them! They are also trained as excellent sex slaves—" I slashed his eyes using a dagger before he could finish his words. He screamed in terror, and he began to punch in the air, expecting to land a fist on me.

"YOU STUPID *****! I WILL MAKE YOU A SEX SLAVE AND **** YOU 'TIL YOU GET LIMP!" He is drooling and shrieking in rage at the top of his lungs. I cut his hands without second thought. He screamed even louder, and I began to think of cutting his tongue. "He looks even more disgusting," Sir Eliot said while whipping his dagger on a piece of cloth he found in the room.

He is wearing a torn black shirt, and he has several sword wounds on his arm. His dark brown hair is damp with sweat; he’s 6’5” tall and has a broad frame. His arms looks exhausted; the vein in his biceps is visible. His eyes are grey as ash and has a pointed nose.

"Hey fatty ugly-looking bastard! You dare fantasize having sex with my daughter!" Sir Eliot grabbed Mr. Ronald's hair and smacked his head full force on the wooden floor six times. A loud thud echoed through the room.

As he lifted Mr. Ronald's head, blood rushed through his nose. I could barely recognize his face. His teeth are falling out, and his nose is severely broken.

He let go of Mr. Ronald's hair. The head lands flat on the floor, and it's obvious that he's already dead. A guy in a suit hands over a towel to Sir Eliot. "How's that?" Sir Eliot asks while giving me a faint smile. I can tell that he's tired. We assassinated 600 knights."Please refrain from calling me your daughter, sir," I said while wiping the blood out of my two daggers on the sofa. "How could you be so cruel to your father?" he said while giving the butler a look. The butler just shrugged and gave me a smile. "I like your suit today, Mr. Jacobs," I said with my usual monotonous tone while heading out. "How about my suit?" Sir Eliot asked, but I just continued walking out of the room. “How about going home together?” I heard Sir Eliot asked but I just ignored.

Blood and lifeless bodies are all over the residence. Men in black sleeves and black masks are cleaning our traces, and some are moving the corpses.

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Third person's POV

"When does evil occur?" a priest in his 20’s asks the whole class. His name is Philip Vincent Milton. He looks sharp in black slacks and well-fitting black sleeves. His chestnut-brown hair is neatly brushed. He is 6'3" tall, and his shirt fits his muscular physique.

"From ignorance?" A female student blurted out. "Hmm... could be," the priest said while walking towards the class. "If it's ignorance, then it means that people just need to be educated." A boy in a class remarked. The priest smiled and said, "Yes, but if it's only ignorance." The priest walked back to his table and began writing on the board.

He wrote 'The Case of Vicountess Houges'. The students began to whisper, "Is everyone familiar with this?" The priests asked. It's written on their faces that they know something. "Let's take this as an example. Vicountess Houges murdered and ate her three daughters: Veronica, the eldest, was 15 years old; Janice, 12 years old; and the youngest, Claire, was 10 years old." The priest examined the faces of the students. All of them were attentive and waiting for him to continue. "This case is beyond ignorance. Based on her diary found in their residence, she was being abused by her husband and also by her daughters, who disliked her," the priest stated. "She was blinded by anger, hatred, and pain. And everyone in this room experiences this. If we can't control our anger, it might lead us to wickedness," he added.

He was about to add something when the school bell rang. "Okay, class dismiss." He began packing his things in his briefcase. The students began to pack their stuff, and some are already leaving the room. Philip heard a knock on the door. He looked to his left and saw his friend waiting for him. Philip smiled and walked towards the door while carrying his briefcase. Many female students are giggling while glancing at them as they pass by in the hallway.

Orson Zayn Zachary, the first son of Duke Zachary of the West, is a childhood friend of Philip. He has emerald eyes and neatly styled black hair. He has a pointed nose and a strong jaw. The two of them have almost the same physique, but Zayn has a broader shoulder due to his swordsmanship. Zayn is wearing the Cuzar Academy uniform: white long-sleeves, dark-green pants, and a dark-green coat. The academy's symbol, two ravens and a sword, is embroided on the left side of the coat.

"What brought you here?" Philip asked. "You know what I’m here for." Zayn smiled. "Three days ago, Viscount Ronald was found lifeless in his manor. Both of his hands are cut off and his face is unrecognizable. The 600 knights he asked from the king to protect him were all found dead. No one escaped. We have no lead," Philip stated. "And if you're here to ask if there are any traces left, there are none. When the holy knights arrived, the bodies were laid outside, and only Lord Ronald's body and his wife were found inside. Rooms and hallways are clean. No blood was found inside the house except Mr. Ronald's blood on the floor. There are no signs of breaking in or any damage inside or outside the manor. As if no fight happened."They turned left, where no one was walking.

Philip turned to face Zayn. "The person behind this is dangerous. You should not stick your nose here. I hope you're not thinking something crazy, Zayn," Philip warned. Zayn just smiled and said, "I'm not. I'm just curious." Zayn turned and walked towards where they came from. "Here, have this!" Philip said. Zayn turned his back and saw a piece of cloth going in his direction. He caught it and looked at Philip. "Zayn, I know you, and I know I can't stop you. Just be careful," Philip said sincerely. Zayn put the piece of cloth inside his pocket. "See you again," Zayn said.