Faced with Lann's question, Lincoln showed an expression not much different from what he had on the battlefield at that time.
They would fanatically follow Lann into battle, but at the same time, they would sometimes independently choose not to listen to Lann.
"We all believe that the body of an ordinary human is too weak to follow your path."
Lincoln spoke calmly, his youthful face daring to meet Lann's gaze.
"We need to become more resilient!"
"Most of the Demon Hunters aren't stronger than you."
Lann crossed his hands, resting on the desk.
"I'm special. You've followed me tirelessly on the battlefield, and you've lived with two other Demon Hunters for a while. You should be aware of this."
"Yes, we are well aware," Lincoln answered without hesitation.
"But that doesn't change the fact that 'Demon Hunters are tougher than ordinary people.' Those Demon Hunters might not even beat us in a direct fight, but that's just because they're not good enough. It's their own problem."
