“Hm, he can still talk?”

Hwee-Jun looked at Sairan as if he was seeing something strange. If Sairan was an ordinary Human, it wouldn’t have been weird for the level of injury to kill him.

“Not only can I talk…”

Two soldiers ran towards Sairan, one charging straight on from the front, and the other coming from behind. Sairan grabbed the spear wielded by the soldier coming from the front and whirled around. The soldier lost his balance and fell. Sairan used the other arm he was holding his sword with and cut the neck of the soldier that was coming at him from behind. Then he stepped on the fallen soldier's neck.

There was no scream; only the sound of bones being broken.

“...I can also fight.”

A quarter of the moon became visible for a moment through the clouds and soon disappeared again. The soldier whose throat had been cut tried to stop the blood spouting out of his neck, but eventually collapsed.

The black-scaled Lizardman’s outer scales seemed to flash for a moment. About fifteen other soldiers flinched and hesitated to attack Sairan after witnessing what he was capable of. Sairan huffed at the scared human soldiers like he found them laughable. He then grabbed the spearhead that had pierced through his chest and wrapped his tail around the rest of the spear protruding from his back.

Crack.

Sairan snapped the spear that was getting on his nerves without even making a noise. He threw the broken spear onto the ground and pushed aside the enemies that were between him and Hwee-Kyung.

“Hwee-Kyung, if you aren’t going to turn around and run, come here.”

“Okay.”

Hwee-Kyung...