"I preferred when monsters stayed in fairytales..."
The green-haired man breathed out, facing away from the deer-like monster whose mouth continued leaking saliva even after its death.
"Sir Moyena, our preferences have nothing to do with the reality of the world we know nothing about."
The blue-haired young man shrugged his shoulders and dropped the ice spear, letting the monster's head fall back onto the ground.
"Lord Perserios, you don't have to use my surname, I have no chance of becoming the heir of my family and certainly have no intention of returning to them after finally gaining my freedom, Reo is enough."
The green-haired man became flustered and bowed his head toward the shorter man.
"And I told you that as long as we are not in the kingdom of Bellcephora, it's okay to just call me Devios. Don't expect me to go along with something you are not willing to do yourself."
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