Goth paused, his gaze falling on the man's ashen face, then glancing at his mangled calf. He lifted the edge of his hat slightly and bent down to place his exposed ear near the man's mouth and nose.
Long after, Goth silently stood up.
The short, plump companion looked at the man's bloodied and mangled leg, sighed, and said,
"It's better that he's dead, otherwise he would have been suffering alive."
As for Robin, he was standing lost in the snowy ground not far away, watching the scene unfold.
A crystal-clear snowflake twirled down to his nose but didn't immediately melt—his nose was almost as cold as the snowflake, on the verge of frostbite.
Swoosh!
"Lord Colin, you've returned!"
At this moment, a voice tinged with joy and a hint of flattery reached Robin's ears.
He turned his head woodenly to see Dempsey leaping from the lookout tower nearby, quickly ascending to meet Colin in midair.
