Quinlan stared at Black Fang beside the contract boards in Sarthal's Adventurer's Guild.
She had just proposed murdering whoever agreed to lead their first expedition, and appeared to be waiting for someone to find a flaw in the arrangement.
Ayame recovered first.
<...Now I'm afraid to ask you anything else.>
Quinlan reached out to rub Black Fang's shoulder in a calming manner.
This woman was always bloodthirsty, but now that she could finally level up again, her lust for violence definitely increased.
Not that he hated it, not at all. But...
Black Fang didn't react.
