Chapter 21: The Ones Called Witches (1)
“Hand over all of your money while I’m still being nice,” said a man in front of them.
He was a bandit but had snow-white skin, long eyelashes, and deep eyes despite wearing tattered clothes. He, along with other men and women with similar physical features next to him, were glaring at the carriage while holding swords or clubs in their hands.
“Move,” said a tall, silver-haired knight clad in a nicer piece of cloth covering his face.
Naturally, being bandits, they didn’t listen to him, and the silver-haired knight, Uriel, had no choice but to swing his sword a few times. He didn’t even unsheathe his sword.
Woosh! Pow!
“Urgh.”
“Ugh!”
His sword drew a beautiful and elegant arc before striking the bandits, hitting them on their backs, shoulders, or sometimes on their legs with pinpoint accuracy. One blow was enough to render them unable to battle.
