Layhader lifted the disfigured Azumani he had beaten up.
"Will you talk, or do you think I really don't dare to kill you?" Layhader's face was somber, the old man's stubbornness exceeding his expectations.
Azumani shook his head in despair.
"The thing was taken by that prince, that prince named Geralt."
"You think I would believe that?"
Layhader threw a punch.
He was about to say something. Suddenly, a familiar roar came from the depths of the distant forest, and the entire forest seemed to tremble with it. Layhader was first stunned, then his face violently changed.
He knew that voice all too well.
"Deerhead Spirit, it's the surviving Deerhead Spirit!"
Through the creature's roar, Layhader could almost determine that the monster had recovered from its injuries.
"No, I must quickly notify the higher-ups of the Knights about this message!"
His expression suddenly calmed down, "Out of the past decades of acquaintance, Azumani, tell me where the Fairytale Manuscripts are?"
