This monster's reaction made Kevin hesitate to put away his blade, a feeling he had never experienced before.
Kevin's sword had never encountered anything like this before. He had been in numerous intense battles, but this was the first time his blade had come into contact with thick, sticky green blood.
Even the giant, clumsy Mountain Monsters and the ancient, peculiar Tree Spirits bled red. This green blood seems not to originate from this world.
While Kevin didn't know much about the Alternate World, he had heard some things from Arnold and Kuren. However, these pieces of hearsay were not enough to form a worldview of the Alternate World. I just can't understand these mystical matters.
The only thing I can trust is my sword, so I can't possibly sheath it now.
Though the Freak had been sliced into pieces, Kevin knew it wasn't completely destroyed. He knew his blade would never lie to him; the feedback it gave after every strike was always accurate.
