In the end, after finally seeming to recover a little, San'er forced himself upright and stood in front of the wild wolf.
The entire hall was deathly quiet. Everyone just watched the wild wolf, not daring to make a sound.
That made me realize that this wild wolf... seemed to command a great deal of respect in the Mercenary Guild.
"Mm..."
The wild wolf looked at San'er as he stood up, a flicker of approval in his eyes. If my reflexes hadn't been so
sharp, I probably would have started to wonder
if I was seeing things.
He slowly raised a hand. Ignoring the blood and dirt covering San'er, he calmly straightened San'er's collar,
brushed off the dust, then
turned around.
"Go on back..."
"Yes... BO—cough, cough, cough... BOSS."
The wild wolf then strode toward the elevator. The instant he brushed past me, every hair on my body stood
on end.
The moment our eyes met, I felt... as if the person before me wasn't a man at all, but a wolf!
The sense of danger made my nerves throb with pain.
Still, I didn't back down. In the face of such a dangerous gaze, retreating meant death... At least, my instincts told me
that if I backed away now, I would die.
So I stared straight into his eyes. That instant as we passed each other felt as long as an entire day.
"Clack... clack..."
When my eyes finally broke away from the wild wolf's, it was as if time had started moving again. Only then
did I notice that the back of my head
and the front of my shirt were completely soaked.
I glanced back at the wild wolf as he walked toward the elevator. His followers looked at me, their eyes
full of surprise, then
followed