“Hey, do you take me for a thief?” Vincent yelled back at Zenon for accusing him like that. “Don’t think so lowly of me, you arse! And why the hell would I try to fight some weak creatures? They would die from a punch of mine.”
Zenon nonchalantly pointed his finger at Vincent’s neck and asked, “Then how do you explain the blood on you?”
Vincent sneered and tried to wipe the dried blood from his neck. He chuckled again upon recalling how Tilla had attacked him and said, “Well, I did not fight a human, but a human did try to fight me.”
Zenon waited for Vincent to explain more, but Vincent looked as if he was lost in his own thoughts. So Zenon waved his hand in front of Vincent’s face and asked, “A-And? I guess you have some explaining to do.”
