The sight of the dead man didn't cause the little girl any discomfort. In this era, where civilization still carried a primitive air, death was common and ordinary.
What made the little girl excited was—
"Is that Divine Power?!"
Phoebe widened her eyes and stepped over the dead man's body, circling around Lann in excitement.
"Is that your Divine Power? That 'boom' sound! The wind helped you defeat the enemy! Are you the child of the God of the North Wind?"
"No, you saw it wrong."
Lann remained calm.
"I just threw a stone, but it was too fast for you to see. The 'boom' sound was the stone hitting his hand."
The little girl looked skeptically at Lann's blank expression: "Hmm... Is that so?"
"Yes, that's how it is."
The Demon Hunter deceived the child's innocent mind without flinching.
In the face of shameless adults' defenses, the little girl could only reluctantly give up her questioning.
