The pain of the old man on the ground seemed to come and go quickly. He stood up with a normal expression on his face, panting slightly, and said roughly, 'I have to kill these people myself. I see,' Glenn said, pointing again at the old man's chest, 'what is that? 'A demon under my contract. 'Demon?' Glenn frowned, 'the price for this thing is not low, you...' 'The price I can afford. As he spoke, the old man had already started walking in the direction the attackers had come from. What grudge? Why fight so desperately? Glenn remained silent, following the other party without another word. ... Is it a knight or a mage? The old man, hunched over with bone wings on his back, muttered to himself in an extremely simple wooden hut. He had hay-like hair, almost all of his teeth had fal

