Time still passed as quickly as ever.
But depending on what was happening, sometimes it felt very slow.
Mostly because of boredom.
Godfrey was very bored right now.
And he could no longer remember just how long he had spent in Caelid.
It felt like a long time already, perhaps years.
Their battle was raging so fiercely that even the stars in the sky had the sense not to fall.
By now, Zhao Si had taken his place fighting Radagon.
Radagon could not run even if he wanted to, with Godfrey and Maliketh standing watch.
"I could clearly still fight!" Godfrey drained his cup.
Thanks to Zhao Si's Inventory, they had plenty of supplies.
Maliketh laughed. "My timing was precise. You were clearly beaten back and exhausted. Fighting on wouldn't have done you any good. Better to take a break."
Godfrey's armor was badly damaged, and his body was covered in blood.
He kept eating meat and drinking to recover.
He was a monster. As he ate and drank heartily, his wounds healed at a visible rate.
Maliketh marveled every time he saw it. This body was far stronger than a beast's.
Looking at Godfrey's wrinkles, Maliketh grew a little wistful. "You've aged a great deal in all those years away."
"Without grace, of course I'd age." Godfrey did not care much about his age.
"Haha, I still remember you as you were in those spirited days." Maliketh reminisced a little. "How was it out there?"
"The campaign was great fun." Godfrey gnawed on half a roast sheep. "I won some, lost some, and even died."
"Were you happy when you died, too?" Maliketh tapped his claws on the table.
"The fight before I died was wonderfully satisfying." Godfrey made no effort to avoid the subject.
He had died without