Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 134

Could this be an aftereffect of coming back from the dead? The mercenary corps stared at the leaf beneath their feet as if it were a demon. Was some cursed black sorcerer toying with us again?

“Are we possessed by ghosts?”

“Someone slap me across the cheek.”

“Have we gone mad?”

“If not, there’s no other explanation.”

The mercenary pinched his own cheek. Would he only feel real if he sliced off an arm with his sword? This was the front line—the final battleground where not a single blade of grass remained. Everything had burned under lightning strikes, and nearby villages had suffered greatly.

A leaf?

“Aaargh!”

The mercenary collapsed right where he stood, landing hard on his backside.

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“…Every time this happens, my hair grows longer.”

Benjamin stroked Charles’s neck. Thick, dark red hair cascaded behind him in wild, waterfall-like waves. Benjamin, who had been combing it, buried his nose in those tresses.

He slipped his fingers between the nape of the neck and behind the ear, gently rubbing with his fingertips.

“Even in that moment when you were nearly dead, your hair was already long.”

“Was it?”

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