The fierce and terrifying combat prosthetics, and the two fierce dogs covered in scars and circuit traces...
In front of the blue-haired young man with a ponytail, they were truly frightened and tucked their tails between their legs.
This was also an instinct brought about by being prone-spiritual canines.
Seeing the two silent, not daring to reply, the gentle smile on the young man's face with blue hair gradually faded away.
In its place, a cold rationality emerged.
His pupils, deep blue like lake water, void of any emotion.
That indifferent yet majestic demeanor could even make one think of the legendary "God."
"It seems that you still recognize me as the godfather,"
The young man sighed.
He leaned back, his right hand waving slightly, "So, speak up?"
As if finally granted permission, like opening the floodgates.
"It was my mistake, godfather, but he…"
"Godfather, you must stand up for me…"
The prone-spiritualists for the Beagle and the Husky said in unison.
