"Thank you, young friend, for helping me. I couldn't have done it without you," the old man bowed sincerely.
"I only did it for my own benefit, old man," Grey replied with a shrug.
"Still, you helped me, and I am eternally grateful."
"Don't mention it. Now, let's fight." Grey's pupils flashed with a strong fighting intent, he had long awaited the chance to test the power of the Mythical Grimoire and experience what it would be like to fight against it.
"This…" The old man paused and smiled bitterly. "Actually…" He didn't speak further but looked down at himself.
Although his injuries were mostly healed, he was old, had just endured a traumatic ordeal, and the backlash of his wounds lingered.
"..." Grey was immediately disappointed. He didn't want to fight a dying old man, no matter how much he desired a battle.
At that point, it would just be bullying.
So instead, his gaze shifted to Eldritch and Viola, the brother-and-sister pair.
