A big mistake.
A big mistake that the novice made, yet he had done it.
It's already more than a trillion times ever since they crossed their ways with one another. Each time with a different owner with dozens of years apart. Each time, however, he was the loser.
Herman… no, a high-tier was an arrogant bastard. They could do what the fuck they wanted without a backup. It was because nature was their strong backup. A high-tier was a nature favorite child, to his dismay.
"Hey, Pablo!"
Pablo winced upon hearing his name being called by that wolf.
"You let your owner practice a black magic craft, don't you?" Herman asked in an accusative tone.
Pablo flapped his ears and blinked nervously. Herman was fast to catch the real situation. His question had the double meaning that he wished that he didn't know.
"What- what do you mean by that?"
