I approach my enemies cautiously, confirming every step along the way.
It's not something I do intentionally. It's probably because I hate having things happen that I don't understand. It's the fear of the unknown. It might seem like cowardice, but thanks to my careful approach—though occasionally bold—I've managed to overcome the many challenges that have come my way.
"Pomeee!"
But the Pomeranians? I'm so used to them that I don't feel scared at all. I know their movement patterns, and I'm aware that they tend to aim for the jugular with their bites.
They don't use swords, probably because they're not accustomed to them. I assume it's because they've never had the habit of using swords before.
"P-pomeee!"
"Popomeee…!"
And so, while keeping my sword floating nearby with 'Levitation,' I held a torch in my right hand to illuminate the dark dungeon and casually crushed the Pomeranian that made eye contact with me.
