The mad Demon Hunter froze.
His muddled mind left him unable to understand what the speaker truly meant.
But the slaughter born of the anger in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.
The next moment, he rushed into the carriage.
The venom-coated dagger in his hand stabbed straight at the person who had spoken.
The dagger plunged directly into the other man's chest.
The delighted smile on the other man's face froze, but then it was as though countless burdens had been lifted from his shoulders.
"That makes sense."
"I owed you all this blow."
"I should be the one to bear it."
As he spoke, the other man embraced the mad Demon Hunter before him with a relieved smile.
It was an embrace native to the Northern Continent.
A tight, forceful hug, accompanied by pats on the back.
The rhythmic pats were heavy.
Yet they carried no malice.
The mad Demon Hunter instinctively sensed that.
Especially after that strike, as the anger in his heart faded, he seemed to regain a measure of reason and began to think.
Who was I?
Where was I?
What had I come here for?
But before he could figure it out, the warm, delighted voice of the one embracing him filled his ears.
"Welcome back."
"My brother."
At those words, the mad Demon Hunter could not help opening his mouth.
"Br-brother?"
His voice was dry and indistinct.
It was impossible to hear unless one stood very close.
"Yes, brother."
"A brother of the Wolf School!"
"I knew you wouldn't all have perished in that battle. There had to be survivors, but forgive our incompetence. We exhausted every means, yet we could not discover where you were taken after being captured."
"In the end, Colin had no choice but to take the