The beast flew away from the cave, and Frago couldn't help but look at the man who helped him.
Satio was a man with partially white hair on his head and some wrinkles on his face. He also had a cold atmosphere around him. As expected from someone who could kill people efficiently, all without batting an eye.
The man looked at him with a blank expression on his face. "Young Master… why are you all the way out here on your own?"
At this, Frago was a bit embarrassed, and he cursed those adventurers for being useless.
He was one of the many sons of the Pengit Town Lord, and it was now the height of the fight for supremacy. The Lord was showing signs of degradation, and it was time to find a capable heir.
And to be counted as capable, one needed a lot of power.
