บท 37: Scene XXXVII

Tension from the threat could be felt through Gilead's muscles.

As if seeing his head be cut inside them, the faint chartreuse of Kir's hues showed the bloody destiny he was to find if his determination weakened.

"You can't stay Gilead! How're we to survive if you stay?!"

Then, the beat-up Baron's interruption made Kir's eyeballs roll in annoyance, to face him with the hard truth.

"You think you'll survive?"

"..."

"Heh... Men! This idiot thinks he will survive the plains! Hahaha!"

Once more the entertained men broke into mocking laughter.

"hahaha... Ah... They won't even make it to the Granite Tower... haha... Ah... Well, Gilead. As I was saying... Your head, it would be nice. Looks easy to cut. Fwoosh~... Like that. What do you say?"

"... I am staying and with my head attached."

"....."

Kir stared bored at the lad's composed reaction, hiding well the uncertainty at the risk he was taking.