But in reality, he had never seen a true follower of the Demon King, nor had most people in Gear City. Those fanatical followers usually existed only in rumors, and the majority of people executed as followers of the Demon King were just ordinary residents. Some of them attempted to accuse the baron or simply encountered the nobility in a bad mood.
"Nobles aren't so special; they're just like anyone else. If you cut their throats, they die. They can't hold on any longer than the lower classes they look down upon."
His mouth continued to speak.
Suddenly, the inquisitor finally realized the source of it all.
In a daze, he saw an arm woven from shadows crawl out of the wound on the back of his hand, climbing up along his forearm, and that hand grasped his throat.
The fear was so intense it made him dizzy, wanting to vomit.
Didn't you see?
It was all the black cat's doing!
