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They misunderstood each other.
However, that did not prevent them from continuing their conversation.
On the contrary, Hilmirya, observing from afar, found it increasingly difficult to join their discussion.
It should be said that being a hero, they only talk about their own heroic deeds.
Small fry like Hilmirya really shouldn't disturb them with their personal desires.
For now, all Hilmirya can do is wait for the two to finish chatting before approaching Cyclone.
He's right in front of her now, just a little while longer...
With a hopeful heart, Hilmirya decided to wait patiently.
Although Cyclone is unaware that the person he is talking to is Kakarl's most famous figure, it is precisely because he doesn't know that he can freely converse with the Dragon-Slaying Holy Knight, Alexander.
The legendary heroes of the two main cities of the continent, sitting together at the bar in Tiny's, drinking and chatting.
To Hilmirya, who knows both of them, it is such a strange sight.
"Can I ask a question?"
Deliberately not revealing who he is, Alexander hopes to continue the conversation.
And Cyclone, unaware of the elder's true identity, finds the conversation with Alexander intriguing.
"Go ahead~"
Alexander had already taken the initiative to chat with Cyclone, so now asking for permission to ask a question was a bit amusing to Cyclone.
But since the other party believes that the next question must be allowed before asking, Cyclone doesn't mind the courtesy.
It's just a matter of whether he answers or not.
"When facing those formidable enemies... do you... do you feel nervous about death?"
Just sipping water, but Cyclone's mind was very clear.
Alexander's hesitant question made Cyclone feel uncomfortable.
"Of course."
A simple question, answered with a simple reply.
Cyclone always feels a bit nervous before each battle.
After all, it's the woman he fell in love with, no matter how rough it gets, what matters is that they enjoy it together.
Then came a round of silence.
Until Cyclone grew impatient and scratched his head, asking Alexander in return.
"What... what exactly do you want to ask?"
As if he had been seen through, yet as if he understood nothing, Alexander calmly looked at Cyclone.
"Is that so... besides nervousness..."
This time, Cyclone also looked at Alexander.
The two locked eyes once again.
"Besides nervousness, do you feel pleasure?"
Facing Alexander's question, Cyclone carefully recalled the situation.
Then, Cyclone smiled.
"Haha~ Is that what you wanted to ask?"
"..."
After a few seconds, Cyclone lifted the cup in his hand, took another sip of water.
Seeing Cyclone not responding, Alexander said.
"It seems, I must be tipsy to ask this..."
"Isn't that obvious~"
At that moment, Cyclone also happened to answer Alexander's question.
"Every time I fight, I definitely feel pleasure~"
Cyclone's response left Alexander feeling incredulous.
"Every time you bet everything on yourself, it might just be for that bit of pleasure," Cyclone laughed, and in Alexander's eyes, it was not a lie.
"Isn't fighting the dream of a man?"
Recalling the past, it should have been since the battle with Yuna that Cyclone knew.
The fights with his wives were so enjoyable.
There was no grand reason, not to satisfy his wives, Cyclone just simply enjoyed doing what he loved.
Because only this way could he pass all his feelings to the other honestly.
And only with such fights did Cyclone feel pleasure.
"If the fight itself doesn't bring pleasure, then we men... why would we challenge those impossibilities over and over again?" Cyclone laughed, and Alexander laughed too.
"So, of course, fighting will bring pleasure, isn't that obvious?"
In that instant, Alexander felt like he had finally found someone he could enjoy chatting with.
The bartender placed another drink in front of Alexander, but he pushed it away.
"Give me... the same drink as this man."
A conversation that only these two could have was still continuing.
