Figures, not like anything he'd ever seen or imagined in his life, were emerging from thin air while making weird noises and giving out threatening auras.
"...."
All remaining colors drained from the young man's face. The scene in front of him, these monsters, for him, were all a sign of his nearing death.
"Aren't you a swordsman? Pick up your weapon."
The redhead's voice rang out again. It was an annoyingly calm voice when they were in this kind of situation.
"We don't like this child's corpse to be eaten away by some monsters."
"....."
The corpse... It was... Could things get worse than this for his friend? If even his corpse gets eaten away then...
How was Arthur supposed to deal with it?
