(You know, you don't look good like this. I don't like it) Melissa said with a sad voice.
Ares looked at himself, seeing that his body was dirt with blood all over. It was not his blood, though.
'I am sorry. But that's needed. I can't wipe out this blood right now. Soon, I will wash my clothes, though.'
(No. I am not talking about it, Ares. I am talking about your face. I don't like it when you make this kind of face. Stop, please) she begged, which was a very unusual thing for his master to do.
It hurt in his heart to hear her saying such things.
As he walked around the battlefield, he ended up stopping by a puddle of blood beside the corpse of a Beast Hunter. He had the feeling that his face was reflected in that puddle, though that was not possible. Anyway, his mind was not at its best.
'This face seems good to me, though,' he sneered, holding his axe tightly.
He heard a caw coming from his right.