She wanted Roland to survive, regardless of politics and race. Holding onto such a thought and a vague sense of guilt, Brynhild embraced the increasingly trembling body in her arms.
—He's been bitten by a wolf.
That was the feeling that came to Brynhild's mind, except in reality, the one biting her hand was not a four-legged canine beast, but a five-year-old human boy.
During her brief stay at the Bodoe Village, this curious, brave, yet somewhat well-behaved boy left an impression on the elf girl similar to a puppy that likes to stick to people and frollick around joyfully. At this moment, the same boy who was biting her was filled only with despair and intense hatred — just like a dying wild beast.
He was just like a wolf fallen into a trap, making a futile attempt to escape.
