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"Hahhh… Hahahah…" Elfriedden started to laugh, as a tear flew from his eyes. "After all my growth… I am still such a weak, pathetic man…" He couldn't help but laugh at the irony of life as he glanced his friend and Blake's spirits arrive to save his ass.
He got too cocky, and almost got himself killed. Unlike Blake's friends that work together and trust one another because of their strong bonds shared for many years, Elfriedden still felt apart from their group.
After all, he hasn't been with the for even a year, why would he trust them and entrust everything to them like this? He only found them strong and all but… he had a very strong pride.
A baseless pride built upon his own failures, and his own pathetic performance since he was very young. Back then, in the Elven Kingdom where he came from, magic power and talents were valued even more highly than in Human society.
"Two Star… Needle Master? And… a needle as your spirit?! What is this?! Pathetic!"
