It was both comical and absurd how quickly the situation changed—from battling an army of demons to watching the mysterious man, accompanied by his loyal beasts, effortlessly tear apart the demon leader.
And now, that same man was asking why someone had stolen his kill.
"I… um…" a flicker of realization passed the elf's face. She didn't understand human culture and assumed that killing the demon Zaroth was about to best might be seen as offensive. And offending a person as strong as him is not the smartest of ideas…
"Forget it," he sighed, sliding his odachi back into the shadow at his feet. It wasn't like killing the demon himself was going to bring him any real benefit, so he wasn't going to complain.
After his beasts made sure that there were no alive demons in the area, they dismissed themselves, making the weight on Zaroth's core diminish slightly.
