Chapter 521
"A friend?" The beastfolk, muttering somewhat dazedly, finally rolled his eyes to look up at Ian’s face. "Aren’t you from the Great Church?"
So that’s why he’d calmed down.
Ian, who had paused, let a slight smile curl one corner of his lip. He didn’t need to think hard about why the beastfolk had made such a mistake. The Platinum Barrier was embedded right next to his neck, after all.
To those who didn't know, a weapon forged by the Platinum Dragon could easily be mistaken for a holy relic. Considering the Platinum Dragon was also a Saint of the Order, the assumption wasn’t exactly wrong. It even supplied weapons to the purification squad.
However, that wasn’t the only reason Ian’s lips curved.
So, it’s not for killing, I see.
Even though he had struck the beastfolk quite hard with the Willful Grasp, the beastfolk seemed fine, apart from a slightly dazed head. The only visible injury was the blood trickling from one nostril. Even that might have been from having his back slammed down by Ian’s knee.
Maybe beastfolk were just that sturdy, but it didn’t change the result. Monsters were likely just as tough. Still, it wasn’t disappointing. Proving its stopping and restraining power was enough for now.
"I’m not unrelated to the Order, but I wasn’t sent by the Great Church. As I said, I just came to meet a friend," Ian said, withdrawing his hand from his pocket dimension.
The beastfolk’s eyes twitched before stiffening. It was because a severed, jet-black tail covered in armor had been dangled over the surface of the golden shield.
It was practically right in front of the beastfolk’s face. As the beastfolk reflexively sniffed, his eyes widened.
"Charlotte. Ever heard of her?" said Ian.