." Anfey took a step back and looked at her.

The two ascended the stairs carefully, avoiding any unnecessary sounds. There were only four rooms, and Orwell didn’t care who heard him.

"Please," a woman’s voice said. "My husband will kill me."

Orwell laughed. He didn’t care if the woman’s husband would murder her. He knew that the husband didn’t have enough power to come after him.

"Stop!" the woman cried. It was too late. Her refusal meant nothing to Orwell.

Anfey stood quietly by the door and waited. Next to him, Suzanna was flushed red, and her breath was getting heavy. Scenes like this did not have an effect on Anfey, but they did on Suzanna. If she wasn’t on a mission, she would likely have fled the scene.

The woman’s moans were getting louder. Orwell’s movement was clearly getting faster as well, evident from the creaking bed frame.

Suzanna turned to Anfey. Seeing that he was unaffected, she turned back and decided to endure. Her hands were slightly shaking, however, because it was all too much for someone like her to take in.

Finally, Orwell groaned loudly. Anfey kicked open the door and hurried inside. He then jumped into the air and lunged towards a shocked Orwell.

Orwell suddenly flipped and placed the woman on top of him as a s.h.i.+eld. Anfey moved his wrist, and avoided the woman. His dagger made a deep cut on the left side of Orwell’s face.

Orwell yelped in pain. He threw the woman at Anfey and reached for his longsword. Just then, Suzanna dashed into the room. Her sword, coated in white combat power, aimed straight at Orwell’s chest. However, she was stunned by his nakedness, and her aim was slightly off. Her sword only caught him in his abdomen.

Anfey jumped upwards and around the woman. Then he held out his dagger and jumped towards Orwell. Because of his wound, Orwell was slower than he otherwise would have been. His fingers had only found his sword when the dagger pierced his wrist. Even though Orwell had used his combat power, it was too weak and couldn’t s.h.i.+eld him from that level of attack. The dagger left a deep wound on his wrist, severing even one of his wrist bones.

Anfey blinked in surprised. If it was a normal man, the whole hand would have been severed from the body.

Orwell screamed in pain. His right wrist was severely damaged, and he had no more strength left to draw his sword. In a moment of panic he swung his left fist at his attacker. However, he was in too much pain to properly fight. Anfey avoided his attack easily and buried his dagger in Orwell’s neck. Suzanna stabbed him in the chest hard with her sword. The sword went through Orwell’s body and nailed him to the bed.

Orwell’s body twitched a few times, then his head rolled to the side. Blood dripped down from the side of his mouth, and then he was still.