Different Paths

"Oh, look at that beautiful little house, look at those neatly arranged roof tiles, and look at that girl lingering by the door. Is she a young bread seller? Her lovely eyes are like flawless gemstones. I really... feel like smashing her and her house into pieces..."

A mad knight would always be a mad knight, and the Evil alignment would always be the Evil alignment. Destruction, slaughter, torment, bullying the weak... such utterly vile acts were their favorite forms of entertainment.

However, Punk had no intention of letting Kane run wild at a time like this. He did not want to find out what it felt like to clash with a level thirty-five spellcaster.

So, when the Legendary Knight who had stopped bickering with Smile began sizing up innocent passersby working cheerfully beneath the sunlight with ill intent in his eyes, Punk warned Kane without even turning his head:

"Don't cause trouble, Mr. Bisadas. There is no need for us to fight an enemy who is clearly not weak. Quietly walking through this city is most beneficial to us. At least until we understand Azterlan well enough, any actual conflict is unnecessary."

"Relax, relax, I know what I'm doing. But seeing so many exquisite things and not being able to destroy them freely is really uncomfortable. If I get the chance, I'll smash every single stone in this city to bits."

Curling his lip, the Legendary Knight slowly loosened his fingers from around his lance.

Being inexplicably locked inside a cage had put the mad knight in a foul mood, but he naturally understood that this was not the time to provoke conflict just to vent a little frustration. Instant Kill Spear's "mad ravings" just now had been more of a simple complaint.

As for the increasingly silent Smile...