"Hm?"
Klein suddenly sensed something and looked in a certain direction.
But after thinking it over, he gave up the urge to investigate. He crouched down and stared at the Minotaur, which had collapsed on the ground.
Suddenly, he slapped it across the head.
"Hey, are you giving up or not?"
"Moo!"
The bull-headed monster had been insulted and went berserk, but it was powerless to fight back.
An immense force pressed down on it, leaving it unable to move!
"Oh, you're still feeling feisty, are you?"
Klein struck it again and grumbled.
Nearby, the riddle-speaking Great Lion trembled, doing its best to keep a low profile.
"Ah, forget it."
Since he wasn't getting any meaningful response, Klein finally gave up.
Monsters like the Minotaur weren't very intelligent, so there was no point in taming one.
He sighed softly and abandoned the idea of expanding his "pet crew."
But when he looked at that thick slab of beef, his thoughts started stirring again.
"The monsters locked in the maze were banished by the Ministry of Magic. They're all ownerless, right? So I..."
The boy stared at the fallen bull-headed monster with ill intent, his grin growing more and more unrestrained.
Danger!
The Minotaur was in danger!
"Heh heh heh. It seems Player Klein has already passed the Minotaur's test.
What a battle—truly a contest in Player Klein's style."
Outside the maze, Bagman and the audience had also noticed what Klein was doing.
While Pheobe, Krum, and "Pan" were locked in a stalemate, unable to gain the upper hand, the rampaging Minotaur had the misfortune of running into Klein, the very scourge of monsters.
And so the audience witnessed a one-sided fight.
The whole scene could be summed up in one sentence:
"Roll over, Little Bull Baby!"
Honestly, the audience could