“…General Lysandros. Just what in the world happened here?”
Logan, having briefly gone ashore and returned, could not hide his bewilderment at the sight before him.
He had personally gone to the Port of Rhodes to procure food for Max. Bringing the wolfdog aboard had been entirely his own unilateral decision, after all, so he thought it would be inappropriate to deplete the fleet’s food supplies for him.
But he had barely returned with some good-quality fresh meat and preserved meat when he discovered that the wolfdog had caused a major incident in his absence.
Using Aura-infused legs, Max had bounded from one end of the fleet to the other, astonishing every sailor who saw him.
On top of that, the beast had even caught a suspicious stowaway!
All of this had happened the instant the powerful restraining force known as Logan disappeared.
Logan alternated his gaze between the enormous man—the amulet’s effect was still active—and the wolfdog dangling from his arm, momentarily at a loss for words.
“…….”
The stowaway, looking extremely troubled, held out the left arm from which the dog was hanging.
“Er… I beg you, could you please do something about this dog?”
One might have wondered how a man with such an intimidating physique could be helpless against a single dog, but Logan, who was sensitive to Aura, immediately understood the problem the stowaway was facing.
‘He can’t recklessly move his Aura.’
For one thing, the stowaway was no ordinary Aura User.
He…