Evander winced in pain as he removed his clothes. His burly arm was injured, before the wound closed, Edith squeezed it with emotion and Re-open the wound.
"Why does it take so long, usually heals quickly?" Evander looked at his injured arm. The wound he got when he turned into a wolf form. Edith threw her fiery flaming sword and grazed Evander's arm. It turned out that the wound was quite deep and gaping due to burns. Edith was so strong, she could even kill a fairly tough warrior in the pack.
Evander washed his face with cold water. Her hair, which was usually in a neat comb, looked messy. His handsome face stared at the mirror with a golden frame. Evander remembered Edith's cries. Remembering the girl's sad sobs when she regretted the death of the two princes and other royal families.
