With that thought in mind, Kael stood up.
'I can't die!'
Despite the dull pain that still lingered throughout his body, despite the fact that he could faint at any moment, Kael picked up his sword.
Master Kaede had once said this to him:
— There's nothing more humiliating than someone who, despite still having the strength to fight, decides to give up.
Like a beast that had lost control, he charged towards the manager.
But inside, he was still very conscious.
Extremely.
Kael's eyes were working at full capacity, not missing a single movement from the muscular man.
Even the slightest.
"Argh!!!!"
The muscular man shouted, then used his frying pan-sized hand to smash down on Kael.
"Too simple!"
He curled his lips.
The moment that hand fell, Kael also swung his sword upwards.
Swoosh!
The result was obvious.
The manager's hand was severed.
***
"Hmm…"
Alaric did not miss any of Kael's movements.
