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Watching the man stand with difficulty from the ground he had been resting after fighting beasts for his life, Kir sneered, entertained to find him alive.
"Losing against me made ya useful enough to survive these bastards, huh, Gilead? Tha axe must be accepting your worthless hand at last."
"... Good to know. Your head might roll before expected then."
"Hah. If before expected is after an eternity, yeah. Sure, northern weakling." — As if observing a simple kid, Kir watched the limping guard move with difficulty, almost limp. Becoming curious as thick blood was also found in his weapon. — "... Did ya kill any?"
"... I cut one's tail."
"Hmph… that's good enough. However, I wonder if you'll survive Hœttr Hills. Those over there can attack even from within ya, lad."
"..."
"Is that true, Kir?"
"Hah. You'll see, Vinka. Tha furs you'll get are ones that don't roam below."