It was a young man wearing a black, gold-embroidered robe. He had an entourage of three people, one with a muscular body, another with a round chubby build. The man with the muscular body must have been their guard… his strength was in the Half-Step True Spirit Realm.

"It's the Young Master of the Vollund Family. Is he trying to make trouble again?"

"Aiya, that lass is in trouble. The one who travels with the Young Master of the Vollund Family is an expert… should we call the guards?"

'So, he is considered an expert.' Kiel managed to grasp people's views, and the level of experts in this place was really low.

The Young Master Vollund's expression was painted red as he glared at Ame, "You commoner, do you not have eyes!?"

Kiel saw Ame's smiling face change three times over; it first turned sour, furious, and then innocent before finally facing the three.

With her most innocent of faces, she captivated the heart of the young Master as she spoke, "I apologize for my actions; please do not punish this young girl."

She pleaded with an effeminate voice. The Young Master of the Vollund Family saw this and smiled ear to ear; he liked the sight of this cute lass bowing her head. He wetted his lips.

Ame thought this would be enough; however, she was not aware that this Young Master was a man with a sick nature.

"Raise your head, beautiful swan." With slimy hands, he attempted to touch her face. He was creepy, and the moment he came closer than an inch away from touching Ame, the reincarnated Thief finally failed to control herself.

BAM!

Her palm flew straight and crashed into the Young Master's chest.

"Young Master!" his subordinates cried aloud.

The Young Master failed to anticipate such force from Ame and rolled on the ground like a beaten dog. He tried gathering his breath only to find it challenging; through the gaps of his teeth, he shouted, "Get that BITCH!"

The man with the muscular body did not hesitate to make a move. It was clear he had done this many times over — to a child no less.

"You should be honored to be touched by the Young Master." The bootlicker guard shouted as he charged towards Ame.

Ame saw the strength of the burly man and simply harrumphed. She would have been scared if he had a Soul Beast, but luckily, he did not.

Taking note of this unhindered reaction to such an order sickened Ame to the bone, "You disgust me."

Ame drew the power of her refined body, and then, as she took a deep breath, her palms heated, "Shouldering Blast Palm!"

Bam!

Black flames erupted from her palms and the burly man was blown backwards and crashed into the chubby subordinate of the Young master. When all calmed down, a dark handprint was left on his chest. The man felt his body smoldered from the inside out.

"You will not die, but you will suffer for an hour." Ame was just about to raise her head when she heard Kiel speak inside her head.

[Do not raise your head, Ame. You have kept your head down since this whole debacle, so no one should be able to know who you are. Escape before things go sour. And find a way to change your clothes.]

Ame listened and realized this fact. She could hear the guards approaching the scene of the crime, and half a breath after, she jumped to the side and went through the alleyway to escape. No one would be able to catch that sneaky thief of a sister of his.

[Thanks, brother.] Ame said as she laughed.

Kiel made a subtle smile as he heard her words. He did not leave the scene, as he stood there watching the pervert be helped by the guards, only to raise a ruckus…

"Get away from me! You slow fuckers! The perpetrator had already gotten away!" he roared as he frantically swung his arms against the guards. He then looked around and saw the people sneering in his direction, "What the hell are you looking at!?"

With his words, everyone turned to the side, but their snickering continued unhindered by his words. Gritting his teeth, he turned to the fatty who did nothing, "Dammit, you useless piece of fat, slap that useless guard awake! We are leaving! Just wait till my father hears of this; I'll find that little bitch!"

He was humiliated by a mere child! He will return this favor several folds later on.

He left without bothering to accept the guards or anyone else's help. Fatty tried assisting the Young Master only to be slapped on the back of the head, and as for the guard, he limped away. Following them despite the pain.

The Young Master walked away, trying his best to leave the place, and as he wanted to escape the scrutinizing eyes of the lowly people, he turned to the alleyways for cover.

Moving through the alleyways, he was headed to his carriage. After turning three or four times, he finally found the last track, only for a boy to block his path.

The boy was standing in the middle of an alley staring at the three men with one hand holding something clothed on the side while the right was holding a stick.

The body showed them an unimpressed expression. The boy took three steps and raised the stick in his hand.

The Young Mater got irritated, "Get out of the way, you br—" his words couldn't be completed as the Young Master looked down and saw a hole in his chest.

"Huh?" he questioned, failing to understand what happened as blood flowed out of the hole.

The other two shivered at the sight of this. A thought appeared in their heads, "Death!" They would die if they did not run.

They turned their backs against the kid, leaving the dying, and that would be the biggest mistake of their lives.

They heard a single tap, and then, their heads exploded to bits, their brain matter splattered, tainting the walls of the alley.

The stick in the boy's hand then turned into dust.

'This is my limit, I suppose.'

The boy then rummaged around the dead body. He found money and maneuvered around the alleyways, and exited somewhere far away.

[Ame, where are you? I'm going to bring you clothes.] Kiel left to buy clothes for his sister.

As such, the liability of Ame being troubled disappeared.

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An old man stepped out of the shadows.

The mark of an execution was before him, a gory and bloody sight. Viscera painted the floor and walls. Bodies littered the alleyways, a sight that would cause a person to throw up the last thing they ate.

But the old man had no such reaction. Towards death, he was cold. There was something else that intrigued him.

He was not afraid; instead, he was in awe in the face of such carnage.

Blood splatters mottled the walls, proof it was not he who killed them. He looked left and right and saw no one even taking note of the gory display.

No onlookers to be seen.

No gossip-monger caught wind.

The alleyway was silent. As if there had not been a murder committed in its premise. The guards who should have felt the presence of the movement of energy was nowhere near the crime scene.

The old man smiled without him even noticing, "No one felt any presence... as I thought it was done purely by Spear Intent."

He found himself admiring the beauty of their deaths. Clean, without a margin of error. The hole in their flesh, no error could be found. The bones that was touched, there was not even a nick.

There was the desire to pierce.

Therefore, they were pierced.

A true matter of the fact.

"This kind of lingering Spear Intent should belong to a Third Step Master. I did not think I would meet a true Integrated Spear Master in a place like this."

He did not know who executed the masterful killing, but the clean execution mesmerized the old man. The chest was expertly carved out, and the heart was destroyed, yet the arteries and veins looked as though they were cut by scissors.

The heads of the two who tried to escape had their heads disintegrated from the neck up.

From how the battlefield looked, the signs point to the inability to fight back.

"Whoever did this is a true master… I need to find who this Master is." The old man said as he left the area. He wanted nothing more than to see if this Master could spare him the time and enlighten him in the ways of the spear and possibly even touch the realm where this mysterious master dwells.

The Master may or may not still be in town; the old man could only hope for the best.