"You're so ruthless!"
Harold Andrews stopped struggling, his eyes firmly fixed on Link, he spoke with a loathsome tone.
"The killer is always hunted."
Link smiled, his face full of scorn, "To kill with public opinion, or to kill with witchcraft, there's no difference. You wanted to kill me, so I had to kill you first."
As soon as the words fell, Link refused to hear any more nonsense.
With a flick of his mind, he cast a Water Ball Spell, conjuring a round water ball that blocked Harold Andrews' mouth.
And so, Link quietly watched over Harold Andrews.
Watching the man's vitality slowly ebbing away, watching the deep regret and refusal in his eyes, watching his struggle, watching the resentment on his face before death.
For a long time, Harold Andrews' life came to an end.
He died a painful death.
Link took a deep breath, calming down his inner turmoil that contrasted his composed outer facade.
Another enemy has fallen, another act of murder.