Night
The voice was icy, like a cold wind that made Xiwalka's bones ache.
Yet Xiwalka did not dare move at all.
He recognized the other man!
"Hunting Blade" Edson!
Though he was far older than in the portrait, his basic features remained, along with... that elusive dagger from just now!
A dagger that needed no wielder and could automatically attack enemies was the signature of "Hunting Blade"!
Then there was the assessment that he "never showed mercy when facing Aberrations."
Even though he had no idea why the supposedly dead man had appeared again, Xiwalka repeatedly shook his head.
"No!"
"I'm not!"
"As for why the 'Supervisor' turned out like that, I only know a little. My remnant has recently kept whispering in my ear, trying to make me do something. I was too scared to go."
"Also, I'm merely someone who can use a remnant. When I left the Dark Hall, the remnant had already been left behind there."
Xiwalka spoke with absolute certainty.
Without waiting for the old Demon Hunter to ask further, he directly revealed everything he knew.
This had nothing to do with courage.
Rather, the book that recorded the "titled Demon Hunters" clearly stated that if one wanted to survive, it was best to be honest. Demon Hunters disliked beating around the bush, and they did not like bullying the weak.
So, after finishing, Xiwalka looked pitifully at the old Demon Hunter.
Honor?
Grace?
Sorry, he was just cowardly Xiwalka, not some Noble or Knight.
He did not care about such things.
As long as he lived, that was enough.
The old Demon Hunter's gaze swept over Xiwalka, his brow faintly furrowed.
Experience told him that the man before him was not lying.
But precisely because of that, things were utterly terrible.
He did