Although Mael Valerius sounded somewhat angry, he was keenly aware of the words "collect the corpse."
His brows furrowed deeply; he knew well that his father had sent the Black-armored Guard to the Lower Domain to teach those Beastmen a lesson.
But it was supposed to be just a lesson, nothing more.
He remembered his father had specifically instructed not to cause any deaths—how did it get to the point of needing to collect a corpse?
Just what the hell were those Black-armored Guards doing?
His expression turned a bit ugly, but for now, he held back his anger.
Luna Sutton saw him standing there frozen and patted Jago on the head. "Go around."
Mael Valerius knew she was in a hurry to save someone, so he didn't stop her. His body transformed into the Torch Dragon, flying low above the treetops, following along.
His gaze swept over Luna from time to time, eyes unfamiliar and complicated.
