"What do you mean, 'it's Bazel'?"
Finier scratched her head, reached out, and yanked on the skeletal giant. A section of leg bone came right off.
She then tossed the bone onto the ground at her feet. It bounced once, then seemed to be drawn by some force as it slowly wriggled back toward the skeletal giant.
The leg bone rolled across the ground a few times, then gave a light hop and returned to the skeletal giant's body.
"You saw that, right? It can regenerate."
"Oh, that's pretty interesting, but what does that have to do with it being Bazel? Does it have writing on its bones?"
"There wasn't writing on the bones, but the bones were used to write..."
"???"
From the banshee's description, Theus roughly reconstructed what had happened—the pile of bones had been thrown out from the mist. At the time, it had not yet taken the shape of a skeletal humanoid, but was merely a scattered heap of bones. Those bones had been arranged into a line of words:
"This is Bazel." The banshee's tone was rather strange. "What was thrown out was that very line of words—'This is Bazel,' spelled out with bones."
She pointed at the skeletal giant on the ground with the tip of her tail.
"Then, after a few hours, it slowly turned back into this form. The bones making up the words were wedged together really tightly. We had to break quite a few bones to take it apart."
Theus's eye twitched as he looked sympathetically at Count Bazel on the ground.
Little Gwen was quite vindictive. Even after dying, he still had to be tortured. Who knew who she had learned that from.
"Then this must be Count Bazel. Nice to meet you. I'm Theus, Lord of Castel and