Dungeon Assassin

Like a little white rabbit that had wandered among savage beasts.

Boasting about his "crimes" was probably the key to avoiding a beating, but Annan couldn't think of anything he'd done that would impress them.

They were all criminals, so surely they hated Breeze City...

Annan took a deep breath and made his voice sound fierce. "I may be small, but my hatred for Breeze City is enormous."

Rustling laughter echoed around him.

The mocking whisper came again. "Then what was your crime?"

"Framed."

Annan raised his chin slightly. "I am Annan of Reeves, one of the Twelve Kings of the North and the true City Lord of Breeze City."

That irritating, rustling laughter rose again.

The bear-shaped silhouette sneered. "If you're a King of the North, then I'm the emperor of mankind—"

A pair of huge hands shoved it aside like a doll. With a tremor that shook the Dungeon, the towering figure pressed its forehead to the cold stone floor, sending a low hum through the entire chamber.

"Great King of the North, please accept my humble respects..."

Olmedo had deliberately put himself in this Dungeon—Annan's experience now confirmed it.

Because of Annan's identity, this half-giant stranger had become his most loyal protector. It wasn't a Giant subspecies like the Stephen Lesser Giants. Beside it, a Stephen Lesser Giant would look like a burly man's dainty wife.

As the child of a human and a Giant, it was astonishingly taller and broader than a Stephen Lesser Giant, which already stood over four meters tall.

Its mother and father must have been equally astonishing.

Once Annan was sure Olmedo was still on his side, he began to consider why Olmedo had suddenly thrown him into the Dungeon.

The most plausible explanation was that Olmedo intended to arrest him,