Axton waited, watching her chest repeatedly rise and fall, her eyes darting everywhere but to his face.
Clenching his fist, he lowered his eyes to the limp body, staring at it for a while.
A moment later, he raised them to stare into Aurelia's face.
However, she had it lowered just like always, her fingers now clutching her chest tightly.
No doubt, this filthy rogue scared her senseless.
It didn't surprise him at all. Judging from how frail and soft she was, this was probably her first time seeing a rogue.
Finding out one almost took her head just now was obviously a bigger shock.
"It's dead. You don't have to worry about it anymore."
Aurelia's throat tightened. "You… you really killed him."
"It." He corrected with a straight face. "It's not a him… it's as worthless as a street dog. Do you understand that?"
She didn't raise her head as she nodded vigorously.
