"Hmph, human, do you think Lord Bear is some magic beast with no sense of loyalty? Lord Bear is protecting this human noble no matter what. If you know what's good for you, get lost right now. Otherwise, none of you will escape—you'll all become Lord Bear's breakfast!" Nalant had overthought it. Little Bear was still a magic beast with principles.
It immediately shouted disdainfully at Bishop Ick.
Bishop Ick's face darkened at once, his gaze flickering as though he was plotting something.
"Fine, then we'll leave. We'll leave!" After a moment, Bishop Ick deliberately lowered his longsword to show weakness, then signaled to his subordinates.
"Hmph!" Little Bear likewise had no intention of fighting them head-on.
With its strength, it could certainly have beaten these people until they were sent sprawling in all directions.
But it was only one bear, after all, and magic power was scarce on this continent. If it got tied down, it might just capsize in a gutter.
That was what made high-level magic beasts terrifying: they knew how to assess the situation, and their wild nature could be kept well in check.
Once his subordinates had risen, Bishop Ick unobtrusively slipped a hand inside his chest.
A cylindrical paper tube then appeared in his hand. It was none other than a magic scroll.
Although the Archbishop wanted Nalant captured alive, with the Blaze Giant Bear protecting him, that was simply impossible.
Since Nalant could not be captured alive, then to eliminate future trouble, he could not be allowed to live.
Though this magic beast possessed intelligence, when it came to cunning, it was still a step behind humans.
With that thought, Bishop Ick tore open the scroll in his hand and hurled it directly at Nalant in the distance.
"Despicable human, you're courting death!"