"For the sake of any deity of the Half-humans, take it; I definitely won’t follow you today," she declared.
"That’s right, I won’t stop you from seeking your own doom, but if you force to make a choice today, I won’t treat you any differently because of our gender difference. Rember, in a Transcendent world, everyone is both hunter and prey," he retracted the iron wire rope he controlled and turned to Mrs. Malin: "Mrs. Malin, please excuse ."
"Your cousin is quite strict," Mrs. Malin comnted as she watched the Gno scurry off towards his target. Leaning forward, she supported her chin with her left hand as a prop.
"I never thought he behaved like a Gno; he’s more annoying than my brother. Doesn’t this world allow free love? Look at Mr. Malin, how adorable he is." The Half-human female said, pulling a long face: "Cousin Fadell, you’re too old, that damned guy, doesn’t he know that’s the greatest disrespect to a lady?"
"I think your cousin has your best interests at heart. After all, think about the Lord of Justice—if they really wanted to get rid of you, given your usual actions, I think it would be difficult to avoid death," Mrs. Malin ntioned, and gently rubbed the head of her Half-human peer: "Trust , Fadell, neither your cousin nor I wish to see your life end at the stake."
"Of course, I know you all an well, and I also feel that if that day cos, I should at least die on a man’s belly, right?" Mrs. Fadell gazed into the distance: "Ah, especially if it’s a man as adorable as that one."
"You’ve sworn an oath, Fadell."
"Of course, Malin, but I never agreed I wouldn’t lay eyes on him today, such a cute man, just looking at him fills up," she said.
As the conversation between the won concluded, Malin flicked his ears and turned his head to the Gno approaching: "Good afternoon, sir, is there sothing I can do for you?"
"Indeed there is, Mr. Malin, hello, I’m from the Half-human Engineering Society." The Gno said, producing a business card and with a smile, pointed to himself: "I must admit my appearance is sowhat deceptive, but you can’t expect a Gno who was picked up and raised by Half-humans from a young age to betray his family, right?"
"I see, hello, as for the Half-human Engineering Society..." "Our president will arrive in the next two days; please grant us an opportunity to capture that armor at all costs," he requested.
Seeing the urgency on the Gno gentleman’s face, Malin repeated his earlier words and, noting his skeptical look, nodded: "I will invite His Excellency the Archbishop from the Church of Justice to preside over the eting; trust , it’s in everyone’s best interest."
"Ah, if you say so, I certainly trust you," the Gno responded with a nod—a nod different from that of humans. Gnos and Half-humans, these sub-human races, favored the Lord of Justice more because he treated all sub-humans equally. Gnos and Half-human Paladins made up a significant proportion within the Church of Justice.
"By the way, my na is Banai, Jack Banai Hask. Jack is the na I use among humans, and Banai is my Gno na. Call Banai, that’s what my friends call ."
"Alright, Mr. Banai, by then you’ll see my sincerity towards everyone," Mason extended his hand, to which the Gno also reached out, though Malin had to bend down due to the height difference.
"Oh my, even though you’re half-blood and don’t look like a giant, you’re still too tall for . I’m sure if I keep dealing with you tall folks, I’m going to end up with a neck problem one day, God forbid." Mr. Banai grumbled in a volu loud enough for Malin to hear, providing Malin with great satisfaction.
At that mont, intense exchanges between two old figures ca from below.
Malin turned and saw Instructor Atte Sayer and his brother stripping off their coats.
Ah, you two, finally moving beyond verbal sparring to actual brawling, huh?
Gladly, Malin sat on the rail, watching Atte Sayer in a tank top, wielding a large sword as he stepped onto the platform: "Co at , Lahabrea! Let’s settle everything today!"
"Atte Sayer, you foolish brother, it seems you haven’t been taught a lesson in so long, you’ve forgotten who’s the head of the Kwasir family." The instructor’s brother also shed his coat, revealing a robust build an old man his age shouldn’t possess.
Ah, are they really one-day-apart brothers? How co the instructor looks so much younger?
With such doubts, Malin continued to observe their exchange.
"It’s because I have elf blood! That damned house chose you as the master! Today, I will end it with you!"
"Foolish! The reason it chose is not what you think!"
As the brothers took their position on the platform, Malin’s eyes widened—this was the first ti he witnessed a battle above step six in power; the previous confrontation between the Ashbringer and the Werewolf seed trivial now in his eyes. If that Werewolf stood before him now, a well-blessed Malin could knock him from the north end of Carterburg all the way to the southern sea with a single Hamr strike.
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