Northern was silent, looking as though reality had suddenly become too difficult to process. One moment, he was fighting a trusted subordinate whom he'd assumed was being controlled by Chaos Prince—but the next moment, that same subordinate was laughing.
'Aoi?'
[He was certainly being controlled.]
'Was? Then he's free.'
[I suspect he must've broken out of control during the battle.]
Northern frowned subtly.
'He did? And kept playing with me?'
Thinking about it, Northern did feel it was the kind of thing Bairan would pull.
The Sword King slowly walked over to him with a laid-back posture, glancing at his shoulder where Northern had torn his cloth.
"Ah! As expected of the one I chose to serve—you grew tenfold in a single battle. It was only a matter of time before you'd eventually take my head!"
He laughed with contentment and pride as he approached Northern, who was still staring at him, stunned and blinking.
