Lann answered Meno Kuhorn's questions with composure.
He even took out an oiled cloth from the alchemy pouch at his waist and gently wiped the broad blade of the "Turbid Stream," cleaning it thoroughly.
"You seem to... not intend to kill me."
Meno Kuhorn spoke woodenly, as if he had lost the ability to express emotions. Not nervous, not angry... just wooden.
"Lann of Sintra, I destroyed your country. So? Aren't you planning to do something?"
The Demon Hunter's hand paused in its wiping motion, but then resumed smoothly.
"I initially wanted to explain that I'm not from this country, that the name was initially just for convenience. But then I thought, I've done much for this country, and legally, I even hold a title here, so the name seems appropriate."
"But you say 'I'm not planning to do anything'?"
The Demon Hunter's cat-like eyes shifted slightly, scrutinizing the Niflgaard Marshal kneeling on the ground.
