I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

"Didn't Charon eavesdrop on everything from start to finish?" I asked.

"That's right."

"Then keep your mouth shut. We still have six hours to decide what to do with Evan."

Or is it five hours now? Whatever.

Seren, misreading my intentions, spoke up. "Are you hesitating because you know him? Or do you actually object to killing?"

"It's something you should always be prepared for."

I didn't deny that many people in the world deserved death. But treating killing lightly was another matter entirely.

Seren shot me a frustrated glare. "You don't have the luxury of time. The instructor said six hours, but there's no guarantee you'll last that long."

"So you'll kill for my sake? How touching."

She gritted her teeth. "Do you not understand? If this continues, you'll die. Are you really just going to sit back and let it happen?"

"I have no intention of dying quietly. And your logic is flawed—when has Evan...