Sighing, Gick clenched his fist.
If not for being on opposing sides, he truly wished he could stand behind that man once more.
"My lord."
A figure seemed to emerge from Gick's shadow, with a voice sounding from behind him, "That person, is he from the village?"
"The elder, the soul of the place, a spiritual mentor. If he were to die, the village would die as well."
"Then, why didn't you take action?"
The figure's voice was eerily calm, almost unnaturally so for human speech.
"Me? Take action? Against that old fox, do you think he'd give me a chance to make a move? Do you know how he found me?"
Gick let out a cold laugh.
"This is ultimately away territory. Even though I'm stronger, we can't rest easy until all these supernatural entities have clearly picked sides."
But that was just one reason.
The more significant reason Gick ultimately kept to himself.
