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As he drew the dagger out, Kolon's face remained expressionless in the face of the spurting blood. He wiped the blade on his body and then looked down at Ande on the ground.
With eyes wide open, the sudden pain rendered him speechless, yet as he gazed at the one he had protected, there was still some incomprehension in his gaze.
"...Why..."
"Isn't it obvious, 'Lord' Ande? The disaster has passed, and you are no longer of use."
Crouching down, Kolon fumbled in Ande's embrace and quickly found that puppet.
He tugged at it, unable to pull it free at first, but Kolon only sneered coldly. Swinging his dagger, he made another slice, severing Ande's left hand at the wrist.
