"Hmm, a strange question indeed when you consider that I am one of your summons too," Bairan beamed. "Are you perhaps growing fond of me? Is this what favoritism is?"
Northern dismissed the sword king with a terrible sigh.
"Don't be a fool, Bairan, focus."
Immediately, the sword king's demeanor straightened up.
"Ah. Yes, Master."
He kept silent for a bit, then opened his mouth with his usual coldness.
"Well, it's difficult to tell really. At some point, I thought I was the one, then at some point, I thought it was that foreboding dude of darkness, then of all strange things, there's the Black one's terrifying growth amidst battle. The beast is as dangerous as every one of us, especially when he transforms to a bipedal monstrosity."
He paused, looking down as he continued.
