On Firstheart City's bustling main street, a black shadow raced along.
The pedestrians around it showed no surprise at the sprinting shadow, as though they had long since grown accustomed to it. Some even felt that the black shadow seemed much slower today.
For instance, Daluk, who was polishing stonework with his grandfather atop a small building by the street, voiced this very question. "Why does it feel like Sheriff Tulas is moving much slower today? And it looks like he hasn't been running across the rooftops?"
Usually, Tulas ran and leaped over rooftops, causing extensive damage to countless buildings. Today, however, he was running along the street. That was quite a rarity.
Daluk's grandfather had just finished carving a branch on a stone tree sculpture. He looked up, glanced over, then lowered his head again at an unhurried pace. "It has nothing to do with the sheriff. It has to do with the person behind him."
The person behind him? Daluk looked over doubtfully and only then noticed that someone truly was following Sheriff Tulas. This figure was much more delicate, seemingly a woman. She remained more than ten meters behind Tulas, panting as she continued running with gritted teeth.
Daluk also noticed that Tulas repeatedly turned back and roared.
Though he could not hear the words, Daluk had sharp eyes and could make out Tulas's speech from the shape of his mouth—
"Stop following me!"
Daluk was somewhat confused. Tulas was clearly driving that woman away, so why was he slower than usual instead?
In response to Daluk's question, his grandfather smiled. "That is because our sheriff is a very kind person."
A kind person? Daluk still did not understand, but his grandfather did not explain further.
Daluk could only change the subject, turning his gaze toward the