Shing~
Under the gaze of Jon Zacks and a few Church Guards.
Samuel's right hand moved, gripping the hilt of the longsword at his waist.
With a sharp, grating sound of the blade scraping against the scabbard, the sword was unsheathed.
In the distant glow of the firelight, the blade flashed an orange-yellow gleam.
The blade plunged fiercely into Jon Zacks' chest.
Thud~
In an instant.
The exceptionally sharp blade tip pierced into Jon Zacks' chest, the bloodstained tip protruding from the back.
Seeing Samuel's actions, feeling the intense pain from his body.
Jon Zacks' face showed the thrill of surviving a catastrophe.
Instantly turned to shock and disbelief.
Jon Zacks' eyes widened.
Glanced at Samuel standing in front of him.
Then painfully and slowly lowered his head, looking at the silver-white blade embedded in his chest.
"You..."
Samuel's right arm suddenly exerted force, pulling out the sharp blade.
Jon Zacks' words were left unsaid.
