Before him lay an expanse of majestic, snow-covered terrain. Beyond the sheer drop of the icy canyon, tall, snow-dusted evergreens stretched endlessly to the horizon. As dawn broke, the vast landscape gradually transformed, bathed in a golden hue that accentuated its elegant beauty.
“Beautiful view… too bad I’m stuck here,” Sungjin muttered, feeling a bit stranded as he sat on the cliff edge, scratching Max’s ears as the wolf pressed close, seeking his attention.
“Hey, Max.”
Woof, woof!
“Look, I know you seem to have an issue with her, but could you try calling Louise over just one more time?”
Max tilted his head, letting out a whine as he laid his ears back, as if saying, “Why would you even ask that?”
“…Really don’t want to, huh?”
Max’s big, soulful eyes fixed on Sungjin, and he reached over to lick Sungjin’s hand where the faint scar from his bite remained, a reminder of the recent incident. It didn’t hurt anymore, but the wolf’s teeth marks were clearly imprinted there.
What exactly did that bite mean? Judging by how Max acted, it hadn’t been an attack.
“Hmph. It’s weak, but I think there’s some kind of thought-link connection between you and that mutt because of that wound,” the Demon Lord’s voice remarked with a hint of irritation as he examined the scar.
“Maybe it’s something like the Lycanthropes’ way of marking their bonds. Looks like…