Shalltear - Amputates and Decapitates a Man

A bandit who happened to be standing in front of Shalltear reached out an arm for her chest, which was quite big for her ap-parent age. Then—it fell to the ground.

“Please don’t touch me with your filthy hands.”

He gaped at his arm, now missing everything past the wrist, and let out a late scream. “Ahhhhh! M-my hand! My haaaaaand!”

“You needn’t scream so much simply because you’ve lost a hand. You’re a man,” Shalltear said quietly, and nonchalantly waved her own. At the same time, the man’s head thudded to the ground.

She isn’t even holding a knife; how did she do that with just her pretty hands? All the bandits were reeling from the mental shock, dumbfounded by the dreamlike event—the scene was un-real. But fear of what happened next jolted them back.

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Volume 3, Chapter 1.4