"....."
Belga could tell that Michael wasn't feeling well as he left the room. He just killed someone, after all. Compared to simply killing another moster, it felt different.
"Don't think too much about it kid, Just think of it as another moster."
Despite hearing what Belga said, Michael's thinking rejected that justification. He felt like he had done something wrong.
"If you can't let it go just think about something else."
"...." Michael let his mind wander off. His body only follows behind Belga that holding Brama on his shoulder. She is unconscious from the fight earlier.
Bang!
Abruptly, a loud sound of a crumbling wall shattered the silence, jolting Michael back to reality. He instinctively grasped his spear, while Belga unsheathed his sword. Since they were both still recovering from the fight with Grum, they hoped that the source of the noise was friendly.
