Chapter 1002: Wrister Ralk (2/2)

Thus, she didn't display even the slightest of animosity towards him, hurriedly dusting her seat as she offered it to him.

Krune didn't say anything, taking a seat as he yawned. He placed his hand on the old man's chest, positioning it over his heart, telling Flita, ”Make sure my hand doesn't move from this position.”

After saying so, he fell asleep. Having been looking around for two days nonstop and spending some more time investigating the household to see if they were safe to act within, Krune was truly exhausted.

Keeping the healing effect active, he closed his eyes, sleeping immediately.

”…” Flita's eyes twitched in response to his action, for some reason feeling like she should smack him on his head.

'What am I thinking towards my benefactor?' She shook her head, mentally berating herself. She looked at her grandfather's condition constantly improving as time passed. When it was evening, Krune woke up, realizing that he had spent almost four crimson rings to heal the old man.

And despite that, his injuries were still severe. It showed that he was one tough guy, so the healing effect required to completely heal him was that high. Though, rather than being angry, Krune was rather happy at this fact. It meant that he would obtain a powerful backer that was indebted to him.

Once the healing effect stopped, Flita was alarmed, for her grandfather hadn't healed completely. She then noticed that Krune seemed exhausted, sighing as she thought that he was just tired.

Looking at the old man, Krune spoke, ”I believe I've shown enough sincerity.”

”Sir, please tell me what you seek. I'm not someone that withholds repaying a favor,” the old man said as he tried to get up.

”Are you mad? Don't make all my healing go to waste. Just rest, damn it.” Krune hurriedly pressed down on the old man, worried his movement would rupture his internal organs further. Based on what Krune had probed using his Sonic Radar, it was a miracle the old man hadn't died yet. He didn't wish to lose a potential backer from a moment of hastiness.

”Hahaha.” The old man laughed in response. ”Even though my wounds are still painful, I feel a lot better already.”

Even without his hands, he easily tightened the muscles around his back and hip to get up, smiling as he looked at Krune.

Sighing, Krune asked, ”How much do you know about this world?”

Even though Krune used the term 'world' and not 'layer,' the old man was able to understand the hidden meaning behind his choice of words, responding, ”My family's ancestor was part of the first generation. So, we know the truth of this world.”

”Truth? What truth?” Flita was flustered when the context of the situation instantly went way over her head.

Krune ignored her as he looked at the old man and said, ”Then, it'll be simple enough. I'm from below. I was supposed to be summoned here as a hero or something. But due to my carelessness, I arrived beyond the city. And when I reached here, they thought I was some kind of monster and locked me up in prison.”