In a tiny tavern room sat two individuals: the sword genius Derek and the one known as the Demon King. They were currently facing each other in a heavy silence.
"Master, did you kill him?" The disciple frowned as he finally asked.
"What do you think?" Jack gave a mysterious smile.
"Why?!" He seemed more perplexed than angry.
The youngster had managed to piece the rumors together to draw a picture of the whole incident.
Woodcutter —> Talks shit about Jack
Woodcutter's Friend —> Asks for help from the military
Only witness to a potential crime —> Mysteriously disappears
"Are you familiar with the concept of subjective truth?" Instead of replying, Jack asked another question of his own.
"?!?"
"What he "saw" was me turning into a Deer into a Macabre. Truthfully, the whole thing was a coincidence as I was simply trying to kill it. Wrong place, wrong time."
"Then why not just explain that?!"
