"This guy is really reckless..."
In a dilapidated building, a cloaked figure put down the card in his hand that he was using to cast a spell and looked at the lone werewolf charging towards Saul Miller, his tone slightly reflective.
Surrounded by a large army, he doesn't think about escaping, but instead, with the strength of a first-tier card master, he intends to counter-kill the young, newly appointed Lord Miller?
Hmph, in the entire Sinless City, you'd probably not find any behavior more insane than this.
What's more,
This was not the plan we agreed upon in advance!
That guy just informed me before proceeding.
If I hadn't come, or hadn't planned to intervene, or didn't have enough power, and any other unexpected circumstances,
He would certainly die if he rushed over like this.
But against all odds, he went.
"No wonder..."
The cloaked figure looked at the mad frenzy in the werewolf's eyes, pondering something.
