Three Hundred and Twenty-Seven. Mourners (4, 3k)

"You killed him."

Baloo's voice came from behind, but Mortarion didn't pay much attention. He replied calmly: "Yes, I told you earlier that I would kill him."

"You told me...but I didn't expect you to actually do it."

Holding the wooden staff given to him by his loving father, Baloo stood vigilantly on the creep, guarding against Mortarion's attack. It did not hide its vigilance, and that distrust even followed its voice

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