"L-Lord Andre?"
A Mand cried out in astonishment. He had never expected that, at such a critical moment, he would be saved by... by this man.
Andre merely glanced at him before ignoring him again, his gaze returning to the distant asteroid belt.
It had always been said that Andre was like a completely different person once he entered combat mode. At that moment, his eyes were razor-sharp, devoid of even a trace of his usual vacant expression.
In the past, whenever Andre fought an enemy, he would charge straight in. But this time, facing Nusa, he did not press his advantage. Though he had gained the upper hand in their brief exchange, his almost beastlike instincts had keenly sensed that his opponent was anything but ordinary.
So, for once, he chose to hold his position.
A Mand understood this man's temperament, so he did not feel slighted by Andre's disregard. Flapping the wings behind him, he flew closer and said solemnly,
"Lord Andre, that man is a lackey of God of Death Karl. He is extremely powerful, and the weapon in his hand is also very strange. From here on, I will do everything I can to assist you..."
"This next battle is not one you can take part in. Leave it to A Lie. Take your comrades' bodies and leave that area. Go patrol another sector with utmost vigilance."
Before he could finish, Kent's voice came through the Dark Communication. A Mand could not help frowning, and a flash of unwillingness crossed his face. Yet he did not disobey his father's orders. Suppressing his desire to avenge his comrades, he flew over and gathered the fallen one by one, securing their bodies together.
After finishing, he turned and looked at Andre once more. After saying, "Please be careful,