Reaching the castle gates, a trail of lacyrie bodies were left in the path they took, with him leading at the front as he stepped on the stone bridge that led to the tall gates of Castle Desmas.
"That's twenty-six," Memo said, retrieving the edge of his greatsword from the back of a fallen lacyrie.
"Huh?" Samfrey looked at him, taking his dagger from the skull of one of the brutes, "Are you bloating your kill-count, smart guy?"
Memo huffed, though his facial expression was half-hidden from his mask, "Don't blame me for your lack of skill, geezer."
"Geezer?! Don't you have any respect for your superiors?!" Samfrey popped a vein, stomping towards the mouthy, cardinal-haired adventurer.
Though Samfrey was promptly held back as Archard took hold of his arms, with Memo looking unphased though a glimmer of satisfaction was left in his light-golden irises.
