Chapter 473 – Red Passage
"There is no way." Dancer muttered in hidden shock, looking at Loup in a completely different manner from before.
The young wolf himself was not growling, howling, or spitting for once. His head was ducked down, hands clasped tightly together on his lap, as if trying to hold himself back.
"It's actually true." White said nonchalantly, lying across the withered, squalid couch.
"Our friend here is the grandson of the old woman slaughtered days ago. Unjustly, I might add. After all, don't tell me you believe that nonsense, Dancer?"
White slowly turned his head, looking intently at the impossibly handsome face of Dancer. He smiled softly.
"How could a Wasted enter the King's chamber and steal the Ring of Ragnarok? Does that make any sense to you?"
"It… doesn't." Dancer said carefully, his eyes unable to leave Loup's face. And only now did he actually notice the resemblance between the two.
