The Hunt

Pells and Jack fell to the ground. They didn't expect this to happen at all. This is a very remarkable miracle for them.

"In my opinion, the god is currently protecting us... we live because gods are protecting us." Pells spoke in a deep voice and choked several times. His breathing was still very irregular because of the fight again. He had already expended all his strength for the match just now. 

"I agree with what you said ... Pells. We don't even lose our hands. Just a wound. This is really an unexpected thing. Even though our prediction was that at least we would lose one of our hands... we don't lose our hands... anyone.." 

Jack laughed at that.

Jack looked towards the sky, a beautiful blue, and today he was really grateful. 

The fragrance of the cooked meat was clearly smelled in their noses. Sticking so densely and they knew the knight who was their opponent was dead.