The Retired Hero is an Extra

Unbothered by the feelings of anyone around him, Victor dropped his facade and turned to Aoife's husband.

He brought a knife seemingly out of nowhere, slicing Aoife's brother's neck with just enough strength to draw blood.

"N-NO!" Aoife screamed desperately yet her pleas had no effect on Victor as he calmly gave an order.

"Follow along, Luc'."

Luc' immediately complied, taking out a knife strapped under the hem of her skirt and slicing apart Aoife's brother's cheeks.

Unlike Victor, who did it way too slowly and carefully to the point one sneeze or scream from the man below would kill him, Luc' was brutal.

Her personal vendetta ran deep, coming to light, as she lightly sliced apart his skin, drawing blood slowly and gruesomely.

Now, it was Aoife's turn to be shell shocked at the sight.

It didn't take her long to understand that no one would really come to save her and her family.

"How does it feel to have your misdeed catching up to you, President Aoife?" Victor emphasized his last words, sneering at her.

In truth, he never wanted such a day to come, but who forced him to get involved in such complex matters involving the dark side of the world?

As he observed the crumpling of Aoife's expression, he couldn't help but think, 'Soon her arrogance and pride will shatter too.'

It was to be expected since she was similar to a sheltered rose, who wouldn't survive one day in the wild.

All her life had been easy without any problems.

Even after she became the president, all she faced was minor opposition as not many dared to oppose her openly.

In the end, it got to her head, giving rise to her nonsensical pride and ego, which Victor wanted to break apart.

His goal was to break her sanity, by slowly chipping away at it.

Unfortunately, he had to change his plan midway and take extreme measures today due to unpredictable events.

'If not for fearing her involvement, I would have done it so very slowly over the next 10 years,' he cursed his luck inwardly.

Victor wasn't sadistic by nature, but this woman forced him to use the worst methods for his vengeance today.

"Why are you rambling 'no' and 'stop'? Didn't you mention anything? Why don't you try begging? Maybe it'll help."

Although Victor himself felt cringey about his words, he had to set an ambiguous tone for his purpose.

Excluding Aoife who had a stiff expression and the unfazed Luc', the other listeners had a hard time controlling their laughter.

"Pfft... Haha..."

However, the cacophony of laughter resonated like the haunting chimes before something unpleasant, greatly unnerving her.

Her breathing fastened as she felt a lump in her throat, unable to breathe normally; dizziness overwhelmed her senses.

The situation overwhelmed her as the words echoed endlessly in her mind: 'Anything… Anything… Anything…

The sheer shock was too much to handle as her mentality slowly seemed to be crumpling and her legs gave way.

—Thud!

She fell on her knees with tears streaming down her face as her expressions remained frozen.

The drastic shift from her prior arrogant self to someone that had seemingly given up all hope was enough to make everyone pause in their tracks.

It not only surprised the guards, but Victor himself as he felt lightheaded, 'No... no... no... no... no... no...

no... no...'

He denied reality right in front of him, stood up from his position as if he couldn't care less about his actions.

A look of panic appeared on his face as he didn't want such a result.

—Spurt!

"Urk!"

Suddenly, everyone's attention was drawn by Luc' stepping on Aoife's brother's leg, puncturing it, resulting in him grunting in pain.

"S-sthop..." Aoife pleaded as her red hair covered her tear-stricken face.

Her words didn't seem coherent as she had a hard time even opening her mouth, her face covered in tears, snot, and saliva.

She appeared extremely pitiful with her perfectly shaped body, raising the protective nature of a few guards.

Yet, in the next instant, their blood turned cold as they saw a scene they never wished to see.

Victor held Aoife by her cheeks, completely disregarding Luc', mumbling crazily with a cold look in his eyes.

"You can't give up. Not YET!"

"Who gave you the right to!"

"NO! NO! This isn't how it's supposed to be!"

Even though they seemed like mumbling to Victor, the others could only point it out as him hysterically screaming.

They even categorized him as a full-blown psychopath who's crazy enough to not want his enemy to break.

However, the sight of him casually holding her wet face and screaming into it with an indifferent, cold look literally sent chills down their spines.

The guards weren't normal mercenaries, they were veterans who had seen their comrades getting tortured or did the deed themselves.

Yet, even they couldn't help but gulp nervously, looking at Victor's blood drenched face.

"YOU. CAN'T. GIVE. UP." Victor addressed Aoife, emphasizing each word next to her ear.

Although she had a strong mentality, it wasn't enough to hold for so long in the face of such threats, coming from a complete stranger.

It wouldn't be a lie to say she wasn't affected by her brother trying to force himself on Luc', she knew him better than that.

The only thing she felt was annoyance at him being stupid enough to let such a person go.

What truly broke her wasn't Victor's next actions and repeating her words.

It was the helplessness that came with realizing that there was no rescue coming, implying no escape from this place, unless...

However, she didn't even need to think about it for a second to understand that the man opposite her wouldn't care about anything she does.

Even if she offered herself to him, she couldn't see him letting the three of them go.

The hatred in his eyes was raw.

She couldn't even understand where it came from, but it bit her, devouring her completely.

Her slowly chipping sanity collapsed completely at the dawn of her realization.

Hence, when she felt his grip on her cheeks, she didn't even offer any response that Victor hoped for.

Indeed, he was a smart man and he felt that he had completely destroyed her hope.

'Hope doesn't reignite without reason... but how?' he contemplated a way to give her hope before destroying it.

'This time, I want to make no mistakes,' he thought to himself, realizing that she had given up hope a bit too early.

She was the president, for god's sake!

How could she give up so soon? What if someone heard she was so easy to break?

Where's the satisfaction in that?

It wasn't that Victor couldn't have ended things right here, but a sense of emptiness seemed to be gnawing at him.

While cold and indifferent on the outside, he was secretly worried about something.

'I can't waste time like this,' he thought, the sense of urgency driving him forward.

"You," he called out to Aoife, bringing his face closer to her before hissing, "Didn't you say you'd do anything?"

Aoife was startled for a fraction of a second before she nodded weakly and mumbled inaudibly, "Yeah... anything... as long as..."

Her low muttering was audible to Victor who coldly ordered, "Strip."