“Now that the only Kyne left is the Kyne that’s a good-willed hunter, I’ll dispose of the rest normally,” Vandalieu decided.

“R-run! This kid is really a mons… w-what the, my legs won’t move…?!”

“M-my legs are shaking too… W-why, WHY WON’T THEY MOOOOVE?!”

Vandalieu glided towards the bandits as they struggled desperately. The claws at the tips of his small fingertips were more than enough to slit their throats.

“I just spread some poison,” Vandalieu told them. “Didn’t you notice that I’d called out to you from upwind? Now then, you’ll answer my questions, won’t you? Though I’ll ask you one more time after killing you anyway.”