The figure stood atop the branch, still, silent, and watching the man from whom he had just taken back the basket.
"Just like how that other one was yours, this one is ours." A smirk ran across his face. Cassien couldn't make out those features very well. "So I'll be taking this back."
The basket containing every stolen supply rested casually on one shoulder as if it weighed nothing.
Cassien's pupils shrank. Not because of the theft, not because the person moved faster than he could react, and not even because they somehow bypassed his instincts.
No, it was none of that.
It was because he recognised the sentence.
"Not this time, [Bastard Side-Character]."
That wasn't a phrase from this world. It also wasn't a title common to just anyone. That wasn't information anybody here should possess from simply reading.
For the first time since his transmigration, Cassien's brain froze.
