The silver-haired witch's exasperated shriek pierced the clouds, echoing long over Newly Town.
Caroline, her face flushed red, stomped her foot fiercely and stormed off. In her haste, the lace hem of her magnificent gown snagged on a roadside bush. She yanked it free, flustered, and rushed into town without a backward glance.
Velin stood where he was, a little confused. He had only proposed a more rigorous contingency plan.
'What was wrong with that?'
'It was logically flawless.'
However, he no longer had the energy to delve into the intricacies of a woman's mind.
Because in the next moment, a deafening roar of cheers completely engulfed him.
This cheering was no longer just a tribute to the victor, but a release of long-suppressed tension.
The residents of Newly Town—whether blacksmiths, farmers, or artisans—looked past Velin, their gazes fixed upon the unbelievably massive corpse of the Giant Crocodile being dragged by the beetles.
