"Waaah waaah waaah... My treasures... waaah waaah..."
Thinking about his precious magical tools and materials accumulated over hundreds of years, all looted by the beast-like Black Rose family, James felt like crying without tears.
He covered his face with his hands, pitifully kneeling in the snow.
At this moment, James no longer had that arrogance and smugness from when he first entered the Ancita continent. His face was bruised and swollen, in a state of complete disarray, looking dispirited and utterly like a stray dog.
"Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!!!"
James muttered resentfully.
Although he wanted to rage and storm, considering the nearby group of Black Rose family knights wielding large iron hammers, James very meekly suppressed the anger in his heart.
Seeing her companion so upset, a female elf captive beside him gently patted James's shoulder:
"Stop complaining, it's not bad that we're still alive."
"Sigh, that's true... but, but after this..."
