Explain it to me. What do you mean, "inexhaustible"?
Explain it to me! What the hell do you mean, "inexhaustible"!?
Inexhaustible! To Henry, that single word was music to his ears!
Ever since the Half-Beastmen retreated, Henry hadn't had a single, truly satisfying fight!
'The Lizardmen? Tsk. Too tough. Not my cup of tea.'
'Fighting the noble armies within the empire? Too soft! Not a real thrill.'
It always devolved into a one-sided slaughter, with none of the give-and-take of a real battle! And they were always so quick to surrender, rout, and flee.
'Poor quality, not enough numbers. So, so unsatisfying.'
Countess Ratifa's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
The Baron Henry before her seemed worlds apart from the calm and composed Knight she thought she knew.
His eyes glinted with an almost fanatical light, a look that unsettled her. She had almost never seen such a look in anyone's eyes before.
