Courtesy and morality had hit rock bottom in this world.
Otherwise, one wouldn't hurl insults about someone's appearance upon first meeting them.
Even so, I might have been able to overlook that with my broad snake's heart.
But wasn't it too much to fire a crossbow without hesitation?
If I hadn't been a supreme swordsman capable of catching a hundred arrows, I would have died here with my head pierced.
The opponent was undoubtedly a psychopath.
So it was only natural that I swung a dagger to punish him.
Also, just cutting off the fingers holding the crossbow was my Buddha-like mercy that even Buddha himself would applaud.
But perhaps those knothole-like eyes couldn't recognize such great compassion.
"Aaaargh, you snake bastard, aagh!"
The old man clutching his hand spewed curses wildly.
He mentioned Chugota earlier, and honestly, comparing me to that wyvern is an insult to me too.
