Chapter 43
The crimson flames burning fiercely seemed poised to swallow and incinerate everything.
Deses, meeting Khal’s gaze, thought so.
“Haha, the more I see of you, the more I’m at a loss as to what to do with you.”
“I’ll find out the rest myself.”
Khal brushed past Deses without hesitation.
Ssh.
In that moment, Deses turned a calm gaze toward Khal and posed a question.
“You said we should look into what we’re curious about, didn’t you?”
“What is it?”
Because they had made a promise, Khal waited for Deses’s question.
“While wandering through the mist in the Mystic Mountain, some of my men said they saw a truly grotesque figure. They said it looked like a massive demon. Was that a form created by you?”
Deses recalled the memory of that day.
The colossal shadow with six wings he had seen while ascending the mountain’s foot…
He suspected that phenomenon was deeply related to Khal.
“And if it was, what of it?”
Khal did not deny his words.
“Then my interest in you will only deepen.”
“Is that so? Too bad for you, then, because I don’t have a speck of interest in you.”
Ending the conversation, Khal threw open the villa door and stepped outside.
“…”
Deses stared toward the direction Khal had left with a chilling gaze.
* * *
Dressed for his outing, Khal slightly drew his sword from its scabbard.
Sring.
The ring of the blade echoed eerily. The blade, reflecting the moonlight, emitted a transparent glow. The smooth surface tapered narrowly toward the tip.
It was a Bastard Sword, usable with either one or both hands. It was the first sword Schmidt had ever made in his workshop and gifted to Khal.
