"Well..." Azikh looked at Kyran thoughtfully. "If you put it that way..."
Gidan scowled, "You just ran off your mouth as you please, don't you?"
"Please," Kyran snorted. "I only repeated what you said. Besides, who else here can fight a beast as effortlessly as I do?"
Azikh and Gidan's brow twitched. What he said was true, but did he have to say it like that? He was not only rubbing salt in their wounds but also generating hatred in them for sounding like an arrogant prick.
"Is that right?" Gidan snarled, a vein about to pop on his forehead. "Alright. Since you say so, then I'll work you to the bone. I'll have you hunt for supplies until our warehouse is full." He then looked at Cyneah and said, "Since he said it himself, you don't have any problem with this, right Lady Saint?"
"H-Huh?" Cyneah looked at them in shock.
Judging from her reaction, it seemed she was not listening to their conversation.
