"Leaving me alone here, big brother... That's not what a big brother should do." Estelle pouted, her lips forming a delicate frown as she locked eyes with me.
The shift in her demeanor was almost instantaneous, like a switch being flipped. One moment, she had the presence of a seasoned killer; the next, she was a petulant younger sister. It was eerie how easily she could shift between personas.
"I didn't think you'd go ahead and kill them all, though."
"Oh? Is something like this too raw for you, big bro?" she teased, tilting her head with a playful smirk. "I'm sorry you had to see it that way." Her tone was light, yet the ground littered with corpse told another story. "Did I make a mistake by killing them? This hasn't inconvenienced you, has it?"
I shrugged. "Not really," I said, my gaze flickering to the lifeless bodies scattered around us. "In fact, I doubt anyone in this country even cares if adventurers die in the streets."
