Gisle was not the fearful type, for he was sure he would not tremble even in the face of a dragon, but even so, Wain's icy eyes with his words made him wary as something serious was looming.
"Tsk." Gisle spat out a clot of blood as he looked at Wain with a frown, "What the hell are you going to do? If you want to help better, tell me your story with Gladius first, that way I'll probably understand a lot more."
Wain remained silent until he thrust his sword into the ground, folded his hands on the hilt, and said, "What are you talking about? You wounded me ten times, so I will surely keep my word, however, no one said anything about the fight being over after that, did they?"
Gisle wanted to object, but as soon as he opened his mouth his eyes went wide as he realized that Wain was right.
