On February 20th, the flower shop in Chaos City welcomed a new member.
Though perhaps that was not quite accurate. After all, Husky had been carried into the guest room on the second floor many days ago.
But at that time, he had only entered as an injured patient.
No one had known what his future would hold.
Even now, Husky himself was somewhat lost.
Aside from helping clean the shop and occasionally carrying heavy things when needed, there was not much for him to do most of the time.
So most of the time, he could only sit blankly in the backyard, whether pondering the life of a wolf or simply spacing out.
Whenever Ron found the time, he would invite him to the study for idle chatter about heaven and earth, occasionally touching on the Orcs.
Husky did not know Ron's purpose. He simply answered whatever he was asked.
As time passed, his body recovered more and more. The gray-black and white fur covering him grew sleek and bright, while his murky dark-green eyes gradually regained their clarity.
His tribe no longer existed, and he had fled in defiance of the Orc Royal Court's orders. He would probably never be able to return for the rest of his life.
And the place where he now was, called Chaos City, was probably the only place on the entire continent besides the Far North Ice Plains that could accommodate Orcs.
Because all races were mixed together here and the city had long been jointly ruled by the four races, it was especially sensitive toward racial discrimination. Even if people looked down on another race in their hearts, they would maintain a certain degree of courtesy and friendliness on the surface.
As for Ron's Wonderful Flower Shop, it was an even