As I stretched my back, I leisurely scanned the meadow that had become a battlefield. The wagon, the elderly men, and the child were by the road. Slightly further away, a large number of tattered, bloodied spellcasters lay in a burned and ruined land. These were the only things that filled my view, other than a long, white cloud drifting across the beautiful blue sky—a sky in which the only birds I knew about were the ones I could kind of see.
Yeah, this was just right.
When I activated my sorcery, I saw too much, and I ended up thinking with greater seriousness than I usually would. It was mentally draining in the extreme.
With my back stretched, I casually glanced over at Ginem Bari, whose blood was gushing from his nose. I tilted my head as a thought occurred. “Hm…? Now that I think about it, did Gol really let Ginem Bari off with such a weak punch?”
Although he was definitely unconscious, I could tell even from this far away that his injuries were minor. He had fainted after taking a tiny little punch to the face. Compared to the other spellcasters, he’d gotten off quite lightly—they were all thoroughly and severely injured, and most seemed to be in terrible pain.
“Why exactly is that…?” I pondered.
Ah. Now that I thought about it, despite our conflict, Ginem Bari hadn’t ever actually attacked me. Ultimately, he had only set his clowns on Gol. Moreover, during the fight, Ginem was the only one of our enemies who’d conversed with me, and had done so rather naturally, at that. Ginem had even casually thrown a compliment to my Gol, which had made me happy and dampened my sense of animosity. Actually, when we talked, I think I’d worn a confident, even smug expression. Truthfully, it hadn’t been that different from when I bantered with Mr. Chotos.
Gol never really paid much attention to the conversations I had with other people. However, from her point of view, the tenor of our exchange might have made Ginem Bari level up from “nuisance” to “gaming colleague.”
“Well, either way, it works for me.” I strolled over to the unconscious golem wielder, the burnt ground crunching beneath my feet.
Ginem looked like he would regain consciousness soon, which was helpful. I needed him to confess to some crimes. Indeed, now that all of this nonsense had happened, I could no longer back down.
I was going to register a formal complaint against those Paisley idiots.