As Owen finished speaking, Fenrir's frown deepened.
Could it be that Owen really had no connection with the Envoy of Wine?
Regardless, even if there was no relationship, killing Owen would still be a simple matter.
It wouldn't take much effort to eliminate a dangerous threat, making it well worth the attempt!
Kill him first and think later! After all, in the eyes of the gods, his purpose was to bring about Ragnarök!
With this thought, Fenrir's killing intent surged. However, he seemed to realize something and slowly released his grip on Mitrice, shifting his entire focus onto Owen.
As Fenrir's killing intent intensified, a small cat named Avel, watching from a distance, grew tense.
She crouched low, ready to dash in front of Owen to shield him from the attack.
But just then, Fenrir suddenly raised his hand, his fingers curling like an eagle's claws, prepared to tear Owen apart in an instant.
