Chapter 85: One Lock, Plague Messenger

The Giant Beast fell with a howl of agony.

"I'm very sorry, my strength is limited; I couldn't grant you a swift end," Jelly Hunter stood beside the fallen Giant Beast, sinking into contemplation as he observed his former adversary.

"Grael, right?" Echel approached from behind Jelly Hunter, still juggling his throwing knives without pause for quite some time, "A spectacular hunt."

"How did Your Majesty recognize me, when I no longer resemble my former self?"

"The wrist flip you perform when you draw your bow and arrow. Kaeland once issued an order prohibiting this fancy yet pointless motion. There are few among the Liveser Rangers who would dare to openly defy it, aside from the showy archer Grael, but I never thought you'd take it to your grave."

Jelly Hunter's jawbone moved up and down a few times, as though imitating a smile, and his chilly voice trembled.