"Am I dreaming?"
Clyde sat up abruptly and rubbed his eyes. He was entirely oblivious to his injuries. He grimaced in pain due to the movement, but the ache in his body was not as severe as the shock in his heart.
When he first encountered Watson, he had only felt that that youth was mysterious. He had been unaware of the youth's strength. He had even made a point of observing him. There were no changes in the youth's combat aura. It was apparent that he had not trained. However, the youth could kill a monster that even he could not handle.
Was it not annoying to employ them as bodyguards when they were that powerful? Who was protecting whom?
