"My mentor, I know you too well." Belte tossed aside the hand cannon that had run out of bullets, a look of satisfaction spread across his face, covered with tumors and lumps: "Whenever you trade wounds, you always instinctively roll backward, and since I struck your right leg, you will definitely retreat instinctively to the back right."
"Ugh~" Jacob gently pressed his abdomen, blood seeping through the seams of his gloves. The tall stature of the Demon Hunting Master trembled slightly under the reflection of the flames: "Tell me, Belte, why did you choose this path?"
"..." Listening to his mentor's words, looking at the blazing warehouse, there was finally some change in Belte's eyes, a complex emotion filled the face of the Fallen Hunter: "Order has taken too much from me."
"I served humanity my whole life, spent decades as a Demon Hunter, dedicated my life to those nobles, but when my wife's life was on the line, they refused to help me."
