"Have you… killed them? And… are you injured?" Elizabeth asked the moment Dante entered the carriage, sniffing the blood covering his clothes.
"Oh, you woke up?" Dante nodded: "Yes, I killed them all except for one. Thankfully, I'm not even scratched."
'It feels a bit strange to say that…'
When did he get used to killing people without any hesitation or guilt? He didn't even flinch from the brutal sight unlike before.
Was it normal for a homeless boy from modern Earth to become like that in a few days?
'Must be from all the things I had experienced in the village and the ancient ruins… probably.'
Elizabeth gave Dante a nod before returning to silence.
Dante looked at his clothes and finally noticed that they were covered in blood: 'Tsk, they're new.'
Taking a similar set of clothes out of his ring, Dante changed his clothes quickly and put the blood-covered clothes in his ring.
