"Don't be sad. Even though you don't have a gentle and considerate partner, you still have me, your strong and reliable brother. Haven't we always shared joy and hardship together?"
The beastman of the Wolf Clan looked up with tears in his eyes, looking at him.
"Come on," the beastman grinned, flexing his wrist, "let's have a fight to get over it. I guarantee you'll feel better afterward!"
"Are you crazy? Who wants to fight with you?"
The beastman of the Wolf Clan suddenly jumped up, pushed him away, still with tears on his face but couldn't help laughing.
A few of them were shoving each other, laughing together.
The laughter echoed in the dusk of the military camp, and in truth, they were all happy for Caleb Shaw.
The commander who was always so cold finally had someone to care for, a vulnerable point.
But there was one person who couldn't stand it.
And that was Sig, who had just returned to the team.
He returned, dust-laden, from patrolling the border.
