Renu’s shoulder twitched, and Zich didn’t miss the slight movement.

Whoosh!

Something passed in front of Zich, and he backed one step away.

“Oh!” There was a familiar-looking item. It looked like a lump of metal in the shape of a branch. When Zich saw that it looked very similar to his sword, he thought, ‘This must be the key he had.’

Zich judged that the key had probably drawn away the tree of fire’s flames from Renu, but comparing the item to Zich’s Windur seemed like an insult.

‘First of all, it’s clear that they are incomparable because they failed to protect Renu from the tree of fire’s flames properly.’

If Windur was on the same level as the lump of metal, even Zich would be covered with bandages from head to toe. Renu raised his head, and Zich smirked at him. Renu’s eyes were the kind that Zich had seen many times before. They were eyes that had lost all hope after losing everything they desired and wished for. Zich didn’t particularly like those eyes since they belonged to someone who was like a hopeless doll that was simply breathing.

‘It no longer becomes fun to torment them.’

Thankfully, there was a different light also shining through Renu’s eyes; raging crimson hate radiated...