These Demons Do it for Free

“Are you sure it’s fine to leave it like this?”

Bong-Sik, clearly uneasy, kept glancing around anxiously.

“What?”

“You used that... shouldn’t we make sure he keeps quiet?”

So basically, kill him. To Bong-Sik, that was a simple matter.

Explorers might be in the business of exploration, but at the root of their profession lay a foundation of survival and killing.

Even farming is a battle against nature. The crops are under constant threat from forces beyond just human thieves. If anything, nature itself is often the true enemy of agriculture.

The essence of farming might be to sow seeds, nurture crops, and harvest the fruits of labor, but behind the scenes is a brutal war to defend those crops from nature's marauders.

If farming is like that, imagine the life of an explorer venturing into unknown realms of nature. The path they tread is a blood-soaked red carpet, where death and survival are constant companions.

So killing wasn’t unusual for an explorer, and Bong-Sik, who had no qualms about ending lives for his own gain, was the perfect example of that mindset.

To Bong-Sik, suggesting they silence someone permanently was just common sense.

“Forget it. We’re not getting any further without him anyway.”

I wasn’t against killing, especially now that death wasn’t something distant and unfamiliar.

Death hovered around me constantly, and I knew well that it could fly from my own hand to others at any moment. But there was no need to kill without reason.

‘I can silence him if necessary.’

I suspected Valen Whickerton of being either an Abyss worshiper or a demon warlock. If he were the former, I could gather Fiona’s allies and the city’s official force to wipe out his organization.

If that were the case, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill. The only good Abyss worshiper is a dead one. I was reminded of Viola Perlatier’s wise words.