"Ha...ha...Fisher, have you ever done something like this before?"
"...No executions, but I have killed others."
"This is also... in this era... more or less, every Nali person has blood on their hands."
After taking off his upper garment, he began to tear at his shirt with great force, tearing it into strips with such exertion that his malnourished constitution found it hard to bear, leading to heavy panting.
Fisher smiled slightly, opened the cap of the essential oil in his hand, and instantly, a quenched, acrid smell rushed to his nose, causing him to turn his head away slightly.
He glanced at Holan, who was doing something unknown, catching sight of his calm demeanor, and asked,
"Your expression doesn't look like someone who doesn't want to die."
