"Let's make Lindel beautiful together."
An indecipherable expression formed on Sun Hee-young's face at my words, and a moment of what seemed like clarity passing through her eyes. Honestly, I wasn't expecting her to shift this easily. She looked as if she'd been given a new burst of motivation.
She had been exposed to a scenario that was both frightening and life-threatening, so in a way, I also found this sudden turn understandable. However, I had been expecting her to be all frightened and shaky. It seemed that she had a different response in mind.
'She's trembling... Poor thing.'
Of course, as I assessed her, Sun Hee-young was indeed still shaking and trembling from what she had just experienced. I knew somehow it would have been impossible to get her to admit defeat in her normal state of thinking. Her frightened disposition had worked in my favor.
'Good.'
Something new bloomed in Sun Hee-young's expression then – a sense of purpose. From beneath the shaking exterior was a feeling of determination blossoming within her eyes.
She had started walking slowly, a dagger expertly held in one hand. In a way, this was both a beautiful and disturbing scene, almost like a religious ritual. What was even more disturbing about it was the fact that it looked as natural as praying for her.
Inwardly, I knew she did not blame these people outright for what they did.
'However...'
"Priest... We... We were wrong..."
"I don't know what has come over me... Please forgive us..."
"Please spare me, Priest... I beg you..."
"Y-You said you'd save us..."
"Forgive us just this once, please?"
At this point, the perpetrators, now at our mercy, had started begging Sun Hee-young to let them go. I looked over at them, smiling to myself. This was indeed an entertaining sight.
Sun Hee-young paused and looked towards us, specifically at Jung Hayan, responsible for the magic trap.
"Really... Can I do it?"
She sounded like she was waiting for confirmation. Of course, I had no intention of letting her stop.
"Yeah, you don't need to worry. Think of it as the same thing you've been doing so far. It is definitely helping others. If there is trash, it is only correct to remove it."
"I guess you're right."
Sun Hee-young was indeed a talent that should join the party.
Smiling brightly, she approached the men and raised the dagger high in the air. The screams erupted once more.
The way she handled the dagger looked beautiful to me for some reason, not at all grotesque.
"Ahh!"
"Priest! Please save-"
"Help..."
"Ahhhhh!"
Any passerby that happened to stumble upon this scene would feel highly disturbed, if not frightened. The grotesque sounds of blood splattering on concrete, mixed with the screams of those affected, rung in the ominous air.
No one responded to the voices asking for help. Of course, that may well be because of Jung Hayan's sealing magic masking us, but I was sure that even if we hadn't gone through the hassle of doing so, no one would have come to their aid.
