"Relax, Carrot. Relax, shh~"
His face was weathered yet not devoid of handsomeness and profundity. His neck-length ivory-white hair gave him a somewhat sickly appearance, with cat-like eyes, and a silver roaring wolf head necklace hanging on his chest.
Geralt of Livia, a Wolf Demon Hunter. At this moment, he was comforting his horse.
"Miss Eliza, could you ask your servants to put down their pitchforks? They aren't safe when pointed at living creatures, and it might scare the horses."
He made the request with his mouth, but like most in his profession, the expression of this Wolf Demon Hunter was unchanging.
This was the origin of the rumors circulating among the people, that 'Demon Hunters are a bunch of emotionless, cold-blooded killers'.
Farmers, driven to desperation by monsters, were simple-hearted, but once the monster was dead, that temporary simplicity would likely disappear along with it.
