The Sword Master Only Wants to Protect
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It hissed sharply, showing dominance.
"You're quite a big boy, aren't you?" Rion muttered, unsheathing his spirit sword. Now that he had time to assess more of this demon, he noticed it was actually not entirely black. It had a faint dark blue color gleaming dimly and pulsing along its spine, followed by its breath. "And quite a pretty one, too."
Rion said it with a hint of regret. It was a pity to kill this creature. He was interested in all kinds of monsters and demons. They were unique and fascinating. But, unfortunately, very deadly too, so Rion often found himself left with no other choice than to kill them.
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