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[X] Do it yourself. Make it quick.

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"This is enough," she says. The school teacher turns to face them with resolve in her eyes.

"Please. Kill me."

The night becomes deathly silent. The Captain's face is calm and collected, but she fails to hide the trembling of her hands as she grips her weapons. Chen has gone limp, barely holding on to her crossbow. Vincent hesitates as well. He has been part of many missions, slaying monsters and beasts all over the country. Never has he delayed with the judgment of the sword.

But this time is different.

"You are a good person," says Vincent, breaking the silence.

He approaches the village school teacher slowly and somberly. Careful and deliberate, he draws his blade. It is a fine weapon, he notes, forged of the best steel. This sword has saved his life countless times from all manners of evils.

"Please forgive me for asking this favor," replies the school teacher. "But can you make it swift? I do not deserve pity, but I fear pain more than death."

Vincent nods solemnly.

The school teacher takes one last glance at the moon before kneeling herself in front of him. She lowers her head, her silver hair hiding her face. Without another word, she clasps her palms together. Silently, she begins to pray.

Vincent approaches her, making every footstep loud and deliberate.

When his shadow falls upon the school teacher, she gasps slightly. Her shoulders begin to shudder, but she does not raise her head or flee. Instead, she continues to pray, louder this time, as her hands tremble fearfully.

Vincent raises his sword high in the air.

As the school teacher finishes her prayer, she begins to sob uncontrollably. The sound of her tears falling upon the ground make him pause. For some reason, he becomes more painfully aware, more than he desires, of this woman's true nature. Her sadness and tears are unmistakably...

Human.

It takes her a few minutes to compose herself. Finally, she manages to wipe away the last of her tears. Full of compassion and kindness, he would never forget her final words, nor the gentle sound of her voice.

"I'm sorry, everyone," whispers the teacher.

With cold dry eyes, Vincent lowers his blade upon her. It is swift and merciful, just as he had promised. He can almost see her mouth form a word of thanks as the last light in her eyes dim.

Then, it begins to rain.