Even though Mael Valerius seemed a bit angry, he sharply caught the words "collect the corpse."
His brow furrowed deeply; it was clear to him that his father had sent the Black-armored Guard to the Lower Domain to teach a lesson to those Beastmen.
But it was supposed to be just a lesson.
He remembered his father specifically instructing not to cause any fatalities—how did it come to needing to collect bodies?
What in the world were those Black-armored Guards doing?
His face looked somewhat grim, but he did not explode with anger at the moment.
Cynthia saw him standing still and patted Jago on the head: "Go around."
Mael Valerius knew she was in a hurry to rescue and did not stop her. His body transformed into the Torch Dragon, flying purposely at a low altitude, following above the forest canopy.
His gaze occasionally swept toward Cynthia, a look both unfamiliar and complex in his eyes.
He tried several times to recall everything about her, but couldn't remember anything.
