Lisha opened her eyes wider, though her body was still weak and her breaths short.
"What do you mean… you know him?" she asked softly—faint, but sharp. "Isn't this the first time we've met him?"
Vayne turned, eyes narrowing slightly. "I… I've seen him before."
Lisha furrowed her brows.
"Back then. In the East," Vayne continued. "I was on a mission, and… I saw a man. Training his legs. Slapping around. Dead serious, but it looked stupid."
Just then, Bounchiechomie—the slime with a blank expression and a body far too curvy for a gelatinous creature—bounced slowly toward them.
Blopp...
Its body rippled gently, as if confirming the story.
Vayne nodded slightly. "Back then… people in the city were talking about him. They said his skill could only slap. That's it. No throwing, no shooting, no defense. Just slapping. They called him useless."
Lisha fell silent.
But…
Both of them looked at Arthur.
