Bodies Rise

Francis laid there on the ground.

He had been cut into two pieces.

It was a vertical cut that separated his brain's left and right sides perfectly.

This was the second time that the information given was lacking, he thought.

Last time, he didn't even know who the target was.

This time, they only knew because one of his servants had found out everything.

And even then, Lancelot did not seem like the one they were hunting.

She was just.

He had seen it himself.

He would need to create a sort of information network. That way, mishappenings like these can be avoided.

The name Lancelot then appeared with another thought.

She was not only just, but she was strong as hell.

However, he had seen it himself.

Injustice was occurring all around him in this city-state.

And it wasn't some trick that let her kill Hunters.

It was her sword.

No metal, regardless of how strong it is, can kill a fully-fledged Hunter.