To Ruger, bending the rules like this might merely mean saving some merit stone and magic stones, but in a large wizard organization like the Holy Tribunal, it carried a different significance. Mona's surprise, just as he had expected, was inevitable. In truth, he had wondered about it himself. He understood the reasoning behind it very well: in some organizations, becoming an exception to the rules was far more difficult than simply asking for tangible benefits. What surprised him was why he had made such a request when given this opportunity.
A reward that could make them bend the rules had to represent a very valuable contribution. Although he kept saying he trusted himself, trusted his past self, he was not satisfied with this deal. The Holy Tribunal would never have taken the initiative to bend the rules like this. He, the dog-headed fellow, must have made the request himself.
Still, what was done was done. He could only accept it gladly and enjoy a little smug satisfaction.
That was probably why Mona looked puzzled too.
He had traded a contribution great enough to make the Holy Tribunal bend its rules for something like this.
Ruger curled his lip and was just about to speak when he noticed that Mona's expression, which had shifted from surprise to puzzlement, now carried a hint of terror.
Creeeak-
Suddenly, a gust of sea breeze sent the wooden door swinging back and forth.
Ruger looked at Mona. This change had already gone beyond his expectations. He had only been showing off smugly, imitating Tuzel.
The terror in Mona's eyes did not look like a joke or an act, and her special identity was enough to send Ruger's thoughts racing.
Could something horrifying happen after applying to become a Free Demon Hunter?
Ruger could hardly