'You had said that I should die peacefully before the start of the battle, right?
I can use that line against you. But consider yourself lucky that I don't want to irk that old foggy anymore than I have to.'
The butcher pondered this as he drew his daggers again. He looked at the angry Hilda as he closed in on the duo. She was looking at him with a lifetime's grudge.
He just snorted his nose at that gaze. They were the ones who attacked him. He wouldn't care about their love stories when they were the ones who had decided to become a hurdle in his path.
The butcher played with two daggers using one hand. He used his other hand to drink a bunch of potions and stabilize his condition just before he was stepping into Hilda's attacking range.
"You monster. Just before he was about to propose to me, you had to put him in that state. I'll kill you. I'll kill you right here, right now."
