The third sacrifice was a normal-looking man. Unlike the first two, he was calm and collected and didn't even try to fight against the two pulling him forward. His gaze was sharp, a sign of his strong will, but Aster didn't care.
*Slash!*
His sword discriminated against no one. In one hit, he sent the man's head rolling on the floor, his expression still the same as before he died.
Now that it was his third time, Aster earned some leeway to think. After all, it was strange that he could injure the prisoners despite their level being hundreds above his. He kept wondering until the final sacrifice arrived.
It was another woman, making Aster flinch for a bit. But the reason wasn't her gender, but her appearance.
"Cassy...?"
Right, the woman looked just like Cassy right now!
'No.'