"Helping each other during a journey is a given."
The old knight said nonchalantly, appearing to be a righteous person.
And obviously, even a wandering knight should know more than a group of lumberjacks. What's more, Fodolink's earlier hesitant demeanor clearly suggested he had a complicated identity.
Lann was pondering how to gather more information from him.
The old knight himself slung the small shield onto his back and, holding his flame-shaped greatsword, precisely and steadily used the tip to lift the clothing off the bodies of the lumberjacks on the ground.
Lann noticed a strange phenomenon on the upper bodies of these lumberjacks.
Black 'holes' had appeared on them.
They weren't wounds from when Fodolink killed them earlier, but simple, bottomless 'holes.'
The largest of these holes was the size of an orange, while the smallest resembled a cherry.
