"Are we hunting that? But they're so cute," Bel said, eliciting a knowing smile from Ossa.
"You can't hunt them, right... Don't worry, I will let one of the shadow wolves take you home," Ossa said as he tried to take Bel off his shoulders.
"No!... I will fight them," she refused, jumping down herself. Her fall was smooth as Ossa had bent down, allowing her to get down.
"I hear you, I won't interfere... Here, take this," Ossa handed her a poison dagger from the red bracelet he wore, a bracelet he took from the corpses of the crimson blood.
Bel took the dagger, determination on her face. "Hahaha... She sure is cute," Ossa thought, his mana-sensitive eyes looking for the weakest among the group. "That one," he pointed to a lemming without any black stripe, a tier two normal magical creature.
"Got it," Bel headed towards it, taking small steps even though the creature was a couple of meters from her, too far to be moving that way.
